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Stricken-down, struggling and stranded, Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded. I am done with never settling down, Always having to run – I am standing my ground stubbornly, I am a storm of sounds, Discourteously curmudgeonly. I will not accept defeat - I feel naught except the beat, The rhythm, the flow, the show – The hurt dissipates as I let go. On these two feet, I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit. It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat, When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her **** Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter, Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter. I’ve been feeling like my time is really up, Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb. That, or just ******* wander off and die; Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why. I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss. Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else, I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Stranded
Stricken-down, struggling and stranded, Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded. I am done with never settling down, Always having to run – I am standing my ground stubbornly, I am a storm of sounds, Discourteously curmudgeonly. I will not accept defeat - I feel naught except the beat, The rhythm, the flow, the show – The hurt dissipates as I let go. On these two feet, I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit. It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat, When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her **** Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter, Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter. I’ve been feeling like my time is really up, Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb. That, or just ******* wander off and die; Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why. I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss. Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else, I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
I don't know what to do with my poetry to be honest...doesn't really seem like anyone wants to read it, anymore. Maybe it's time to let go.
#60#and#counting#shifty#seas#in#which#i#am#drowning
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Jdelia420
24/M/Malta
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
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