Going dim, but not to sleep.
In a blackout, I live life like me;
Not how I would live in I could really choose;
How I live when I feel there's no choice.
I trudge and I climb, but I only enlarge the whole.
No sense to stop, or wait, wth patience.
No patience, or sense of mind, no sense of being.
Just there.
You can only dig so deep, only bleed to surpass.
Passing time by stacking bodies.
Those I've used and tossed away.
Tossed out with the glass and plastic.
Recycle mind.
Re-cycle my min; renew.
Not out with the old, just revised to the new.
& new,
& new again.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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