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 Jan 2019 youcancallmesierra
Zac
trapped inside this ghost like shell
no one knows im in hell
my life is a constant torment
people don't realize my life is spent

searching for a purpose everyday
there is never anything new to say
even when life makes me down
there still is something new that beats me to the ground

never anything to settle my mind
what im looking for i can never find
even the people you like the most
you can not even hold too close

afriad that they will see my pain
my will to live is truely slain
daily life is a quest
something that i will never best

as life continues to march on
the daily pain is still not gone
i think its time to take my rest
life is my greatest test
This is my first work, please do not judge too harshly
“It’s a bad day, not a bad life”
People are rivers.
Rivers that go on.
on to tomorrow.
Tomorrow into dawn.

The way we want to change
change the river's flow
flow through the sky
sky that is never low

Endlessly going in one direction.
direction that can not be easily changed.
changed never by only asking.
asking for a difference in what has been arranged.

We can build a dam.
Dam that changes goals.
Goals are never just.
Just watch out for holes
The way I perceive this poem, people are rivers.  You can't ask someone or a river to change by just asking them.  You have to build a dam, but dams might have holes.
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