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the only good that comes from fighting.
I was once blind but now I just close my eyes
And the things that blur in the horizon
Are just half the size
They are supposed to be.
So I will find my way
Through plastic trees
And reach out for something to see.
It's hard to be thankful for anything
When you believe you deserve it all.
For all the things I've done
I'm done in by who I am
Stretching forward slowly
To find the window jammed
The dark seems to wrap around me
Like a cold blanket on a wet sea
And I feel the black water choking
And I forget to breathe.
I can feel you.
Can you feel me?
You are the only grip
And I, I am the sand
Finding myself falling
Never to be my own again.
I like this poem a lot. I especially like the lines:
The dark seems to wrap around me
Like a cold blanket on a wet sea
And I feel the black water choking
And I forget to breathe.
Similes are my favorite, nice job.