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portrait of a failure
Poems
Dec 2010
Perhaps...
...And so the sun sets again,
the thoughts come creeping in.
Stars, stars... how dim they seem
on nights like these.
When the breaths cloud the air
and my feet step bare
on the cold streets.
I've never felt so weak.
Never felt so bleak.
Out of gas with nowhere to go.
Out of hope on a frigid road.
Perhaps there's another world out there,
where the steps don't seem so futile
and the words are less painful.
Perhaps there's another world out there.
And though these thoughts
are as painful
to me
as a thousand snapping bones
shattering on concrete.
Though these thoughts
are as interminable
to me
as the burning stars
which supersede time itself.
Though these thoughts
are as constant
to me
as the setting of the sun
and the rising of the moon.
Though these thoughts are all of these things
to me.
I can't help but stand in wonder
as to how, why,
and for what reason
I am so sad, always.
Perhaps there is another world out there
where life is worth living.
Perhaps there is another world out there.
Perhaps...
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portrait of a failure
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