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Sep 2010
Surrounded with laughter
Surrounded with friends
Surrounded with smiles
Still I lament.

Poems that you'll never read
with emotions forced in lines
why do I bother writing them?
Filled with enjambment and rhymes
should I just stop writing then?
Am I merely wasting time?

A creative outlet for my emotions
they build up throughout my day
filling me up with tears and pain
and words just waiting
waiting to be set free from the confines
of my decimated soul.

Another four verse symphony created in my head
yet the trophy that is awarded feels like broken glass
dripping from my hands
a warm familiar fluid
the colours fade and my fluid visions change to red
The final line of the final verse
ends with a bullet in my head.
copyright JWG 2011

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Written by
John Wayne Gacy
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