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I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
GaryFairy
Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
Jenni
There are people I love more than you
And many I love less
But not all loves are equal
And yours was always best
I didn't know what to call this so I'm referencing the outfield's song "your love" because that song makes me cry sometimes
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
Jenni
Pacific
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
Jenni
There are different kinds of sadness
Everybody knows that
There's the kind that leaves you empty inside
Draining your energy
Through leaks at your tear ducts

There's the kind that leaves you still
Unable to force yourself to move
Because you might shatter
Any sense of wellness that you have left

And there is the kind that sits
Like a vulture
A weight in your chest
Taking up important space
Where your lungs should reside
Leaving you short of breath
Making you feel so heavy
You sink
Like an anchor thrown off a dock
And in the depths of the dark water
You are lost
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
Jenni
2:05 AM
 Oct 2014 Niamh Cawley
Jenni
I sit stagnant in my bed
Avoiding sleep
And then avoiding waking
Avoiding everything
Short of breathing
And sometimes avoiding
That too for a while
I miss having a reason to get out of bed.

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