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Storms of oblivion cloud my mind As I battle to moor my inner conscience Life was once an abundance of hope Defeated & beaten by reckless dreams. Embittered storms that ravage seas Darkened clouds that strike with fear With lowered heads we fight in vain But waters always find a flaw. - Deep inside and further down Visions of guilt burn through my mind Release the pain in a barge of gold But left to sail these waters alone. Confused I wait upon my berth Entangled doubts that weave my mind Careless I drift alone and forlorn As I battle the waves that engulf my soul. - Thursdays child was marked from birth But shoes of stone have held him back In a struggle of life that ponders deep Where waters flow and never cease Desperate times bring wish well friends Brazen words and reckless deeds Consume a passion that passes time Yet plates lay bare & casks run dry.
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 1:06 AM UTC
Left To Drift (A poem about the mental effects of unemployment)
Storms of oblivion cloud my mind As I battle to moor my inner conscience Life was once an abundance of hope Defeated & beaten by reckless dreams. Embittered storms that ravage seas Darkened clouds that strike with fear With lowered heads we fight in vain But waters always find a flaw. - Deep inside and further down Visions of guilt burn through my mind Release the pain in a barge of gold But left to sail these waters alone. Confused I wait upon my berth Entangled doubts that weave my mind Careless I drift alone and forlorn As I battle the waves that engulf my soul. - Thursdays child was marked from birth But shoes of stone have held him back In a struggle of life that ponders deep Where waters flow and never cease Desperate times bring wish well friends Brazen words and reckless deeds Consume a passion that passes time Yet plates lay bare & casks run dry.
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 1:06 AM UTC
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