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the battle within
by Daryl Feinshallow smile inside the hall,
another wake passes me by,
theres always an opinion to be heard,
theres always a corner to hide,
can I have another scoop of neopolitan tripe?
and some hate sprinkles for cimetry,
crude social mindrape is the phrase of my day,
the world explodes for me and only me,
its madness in every way,
I can speak my mind,
so no one can hear it,
I can be there for the ones I love,
but they will only fear it,
a newly formed alliance,
can turn and crumble in the wind,
we all need to feel loss sometimes,
when we lose,
we actually win,
and when the wind becomes to fierce,
and I cry until no end,
I try to stand tall against the current,
and my spine breaks under skin,
I am still survivng, yes, I am still here.
04/01/2003 Author's Note: tough times of loss and turbulance, and unsightly prosperity. RIP Robbie Rat. my new friend
Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Daryl Fein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/02/03 at 08:30 AM Very thought provoking, a real self struggle I can relate |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/14/03 at 03:30 PM this is a very powerful poem... excellent "writing it out" (as i call it)... blessings to you... |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/28/03 at 04:14 PM Well, events are inter connected. Good, leading to the bad and the other way round. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/28/03 at 01:35 PM your reflect well thoughts, and pail and surface those mellowed deep within your well. |
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