Nothing New
I wish for death
it never comes
I wish for sleep
my eyes won't close
Why can't I
leave it alone
the addiction feeds
my tired bones
What is it
you might ask
that makes me love
the unknown
I can't tell you
If I'm not sure
Restless thoughts
endless words
help me stop
make me numb
before it eats
my bitter soul
DeepEclipse commented on Nothing New
06-17-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The darkness closes in | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| Nothing New | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Too Late | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Deep Hurt | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Asante | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
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