good as old

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good as old

hush my darlin’ , don’t you fear..

my hearts been’ broken, but always reappears.

my happiness is taken, my legs are shakin’

if you leave me here, don't leave me in tears

I miss my home

I miss the future i've once known

the family I once came to know

this flashback is whiplash

my mind has been shattered

my memories are scattered

blank stares

frequent glares from those who don't know

I'm dead inside I'm fake alive

this life is a waste of my time

if i could find happy

maybe you’ll find me.

until then i’ll try to breathe.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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