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Wishing For the End

deep recesses of pain

stained red

open wound

take this away

no shame

gone too soon



last breath

exhale,

in death one is whole

last chance

so right

release this lost soul


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Sometimes one feels the weight of life, and the burden of one's mistakes. The more people that abandon you, the more you realize how worthless you are. One day this world will be free of me... and will, no doubt, be a better place.

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©13 May 2003 - 5:57pm — choirgrrl
18 June 2003 - 12:11am — mizzscarlett
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I too have felt this way a couple of times in my life. Very powerful poem

8 June 2003 - 7:31am — Teressa Heafner (not verified)
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you are a great poet. Don't lose hope

14 May 2003 - 1:21am — Susan Costlow (not verified)
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Your words are stark, but quite graphic---you really evoke an image. The world, despite what you currently think, would not be a better place with writing like this forever silenced. This poem is one thing that isn't a mistake, I'm sure there are others. I look forward to reading more of your work.

14 May 2003 - 12:12am — Ernest Bevans (not verified)
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Light enters a tunnel at one end
the same as we enter the tunnel at
the other. The trick is to travel
the distance knowing that we will
meet light in the middle and be out
the other side into glorious sunshine.
Faith it is the only healing elixir
of the living - it feeds the soul to
travel the distance toward joy!

Free of you - don't be silly, who would
then fashion rose petals and rubies from
blood in the form of these tresured verses?