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Perhaps, I am best described,
As a lost sheep,
Wondering upon a path with mindless direction,
But set in movement,
On a track of simple self-destruction,
Causing harm to me.
Or am I a weeping widow,
Caught in gunfire,
Stuck in the third floor apartment as smoke,
Seeps out the living
room windows, and suffocates the street,
Either way, I still breath.
Since I cannot breach the wall,
Of my living fears,
To call 911 on this cellphone in my hand,
Or the fire department,
Because that would simply be to close,
To asking for help,
Unacknowledged breaths,
These futile ones we take.
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- | Submitted on 01/15/2010 |
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- Title: Unacknowledged Breaths
- Artist: -x- Fridge -x-
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This is kinda free-verse-y. So if you like structured poetry, just skip on to the next one.
My name is Cain. - Date: 01/15/2010
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