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My Silent Time Of Losing
by Jersey D GibsonRelease my grip,
from the gun,
pointed at my head,
but I can't seem to let go.
Head bow down,
look at my feet,
taking me nowhere,
self-motivated lathargic state.
I've changed nothing,
I've affected nothing,
I am nothing,
so what more can I expect from my life?
11/24/2002 Author's Note: This is what happens when you listen to too much Pearl Jam, kids.....
Posted on 11/24/2002
Copyright © 2025 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/24/02 at 07:11 PM This is an emmotionally charged verse Jersey. Your symbolism seems somewhat acute until the authors note explains it all. Time to broaden out I suppose. Peace... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/29/02 at 04:05 AM Superp summation of recent events in Washington Jersey. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/29/02 at 04:05 AM Oops I meant superb. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/05/02 at 03:46 AM touching and provocative...like a window into your physche |
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