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Toma Denisa Mar 2013
And I'm disappointed,
I'm lost
without a path, far away.  
I feel lost,
feel that I'm no longer.
Pain.
Where, how, when, why,
no longer make sense to me.
Terrible and nasty life.
That's how I feel it up there, on the banks of the swirling broken society.
Death.  

What a wonderful, healing dream.
Besides everything, seems paradise.
but what mirage without a use
for now, I am between limit and ... limit.
I'm caught and formless.
I struggle, but I am free.
Ironic.

But what do I know?
I laugh, because I cry,
and cry even when I laugh.
Small worms move slowly through the heart
they cover and suffocate it.
I'm sick, without an illness.
what wouldn't I give for it...
Only if there was something.
and ultimately,
I'm just blank.
Toma Denisa Mar 2013
Life.
What is it, really?
Just a feeling?
But no. Then, no! I don't want to hear nothing of it.
Is it only happiness?
But if so, it's best not to.
I'd rather die.
Than know, that life is happiness
And have a sad smile in me.
Are you just happiness, life?
Say, to hold you, really?
Or should i drive you away?
As you keep away form me, all the clean and pure within you,
The same I'll push you away,
On that wilderness gap.
You give me the ugly, but I...
I want the beauty, that you cover and hide.
And I say, tomorrow!
I hope.
Tell me, won't tomorrow be different?
You expect me to open you,
To unravel you,
And... to like you.
But still, I wait .
I wait to live you,
To feel you,
Oh,
Happiness!

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