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a song.
by Andrew S Adamsi want drink myself into a hole/ but i have no excuse/ i have no way to justify/ that kind of abuse// so tonight i'll fill the bathtub/ straight up to the brim/ with some more fleeting hope/ and then i'll dive in// cant escape the motion of reality/ i guess i don't really want to/ it would just be nice to finally/ come over and meet you//
there is somewhere far away/ where you breathe the air/ you were meant to breathe/ in a world we were meant to share// i can not find this/ utopian fantasy/ because i cant escape this/ realm of self pity// somehow i feel when i feel it is wrong/ sometimes i steal, but it goes along/ with the parts of lifetime too long to examine/ when the night in the day and the feast is the famine// 05/06/2004 Author's Note: it's still being written. comment/critique?
Posted on 05/07/2004
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 05/08/04 at 10:04 PM what kind of tempo does this have? that would change my reading it entirely. |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 05/08/04 at 10:04 PM what kind of tempo does this have? that would change my reading it entirely. |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 05/10/04 at 08:58 PM The "realm of self pity" line seems a little to harsh in phrasing for the flow you've developed in this piece. The rest is awesome. :) |
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