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Greyisntwell Sep 2020
I have the strength-
Strength and desire
Strength to carry on
Strength to keep the fire burning

Within my isolation
The walls were closing in
This mortal sin

Almost cost me everything
Breathe In- Breathe Out
That's what they told me

Words racing
Jumbling up
Creating more chaos

I have-
The will and desire
To stand on my feet
To feel the sun and breathe

I know what needs to be done
No noose around my neck
I have the strength to brave this world
I have the will to not knock on death's door again.
A year ago I was in a mental institution and this was wrote while in the institution..
Saksham Garg Apr 2015
Jokes on life played one too many,
Some big some small,
For I tried laughing with Him,
Ended up being sorry for the joke is all.
The long and short of it.. Till now.
Ottar Mar 2014
walking goes better with one foot in front of the other,
left, right, left, right or right, left, right, left it is about
the cadence after all.

breathing goes better by blowing out to make room,
bad air out, fresh air in, bad air out, fresh air in, bad air out
it is about sequence and consequence, do you believe?

living takes your breath away at times,
walking is not always possible when you are on your knees,
gripped by disease, missing limbs but still embrace life,
frozen in a catatonic state not wanting to move for fear
for fear, for fear grips mens prostate, and
takes women's rooted relationships away
glean what life means from the women, men
when you have a job and no place to live,
when you have friends and they have a couch to give,
for a week or two, and the lessons you have learned
from the life you have lived, that has broken you
busted you in two, your ideals don't match up with success,
what a truism of altruism, give it all away and you will get,
patience now it has not happened yet...and you wonder if it
ever will.

Stay away from bureaucracy, become an entrepeneur,
gain a skill that will always put food on the table,
run with your ideas when you are able, and remember
there is no finish line, you just run the race.
For Peter, my son

— The End —