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Day
Young
Lost
and
Crazy
God made me this way
Sad, without an understanding
I only hope not to disappear
My dream is to show perseverance
My only prayer is to be a purpose that is clear
Some kind of force show me the way
Tomorrow is my day
Coffee in the morning is the perfect way to start the day.
Why did I choose for a week to start it any other way?
To be honest though coffee ran out quick and there was a cooked of some sort everyday.
I imagine us
collecting affections
like loose change

bits hidden everywhere

in couch cushions,
in strong, stitched
seams

pennies hoarded
in an old sweet
jar

cluttered coppers
at the bottom of
coffee cups

we count,
meaningless amounts

building neat piles
of insignificant coins

until they become
our fortune
This world
This land
This place
This home
This the reason to explore
To experience
This day
This week
This year
Keeping me trapped
A prisoner to negative prosperity
My smile
My laughter
My optimism
Scarred
Scorched
Abused by scepticism
Life through the bottom of an endless glass
Life through a haze , a green crumbling daze
Life of pestilence, of fears and fevers
Life intravenous
The dream, dissipated
Reality on a screen,
Manipulatively encapsulated
The patience, the resilience,
Exhausted, exasperated
Today
This hour
This minute
This second
The troubles, the trials,
The injustice of humanity,
It all could be
So easily terminated
Dented and newly used
my heart is set on cruise
Winning
Grinning
Never gonna give up
because I refuse

My heart may be breaking
but it is not the end
Dealer count me back in
I am on the mend
I am on a comeback

I am done being afraid
I am done being saved
Do not need another setback
I am on a comeback

I believe in who I am
I'm better than I have been
I am not down and out
I have only just began


Thank you HP and fellow poets for this great honor!!! Sorry I am so late to the party but my 8 yr old boy hijacked my phone from me.
Dedicated to some HP poets out there who have recently made a comeback.  Also when writing this I had another thought we have all had our heart broke (myself included) so I was writing with this thought in mind too because we all have made a comeback at some point in our lives.
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flat bottom clouds pile like bubbles
on a bathtub sky!


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016
Take me away!
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