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Looking for an out And escape, How far are you willing to go? Till Death you say, That's a long way, I say. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood one day..." Which road to choose now we've come this far dagger held to throat, blade over artery How far indeed. Would it be weakness to withdraw Would it be attention-seeking to continue Oh, some respite from this self-loathing I changed, and you don't even know me. I don't know me. A day, an hour, a minute, a moment, a second They become smaller, smaller, smaller. The pain gets magnified I feel it in my bones Death doesn't lie far - Whether spiritual, physical Or finally, mental, still remains to be seen I wish I'd foreseen this We wish a number of things Unusual things, each as pure as black. We wish we had a place, a position to Change the world to our liking Let's admit it - it would never suit everyone Machinery, we are. Machinery, we will remain. A few draw closer to escape Oh sweet, merciful, hellish escape "And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth"
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
Escape
Looking for an out And escape, How far are you willing to go? Till Death you say, That's a long way, I say. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood one day..." Which road to choose now we've come this far dagger held to throat, blade over artery How far indeed. Would it be weakness to withdraw Would it be attention-seeking to continue Oh, some respite from this self-loathing I changed, and you don't even know me. I don't know me. A day, an hour, a minute, a moment, a second They become smaller, smaller, smaller. The pain gets magnified I feel it in my bones Death doesn't lie far - Whether spiritual, physical Or finally, mental, still remains to be seen I wish I'd foreseen this We wish a number of things Unusual things, each as pure as black. We wish we had a place, a position to Change the world to our liking Let's admit it - it would never suit everyone Machinery, we are. Machinery, we will remain. A few draw closer to escape Oh sweet, merciful, hellish escape "And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth"
Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" has been used and I don't stand to gain anything from it. I was trying a new style and thought of this poem while writing it. Helpful critique welcomed. :)
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Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
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