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It's my life, but someone has to live it....
by Ann MillsMy fear is the monster behind the closed door
easier left unopened, unmet nevermore.
Must I find now the courage to rise to the task?
Can I not turn away, in my cowardice bask?
Do you feel my pain as it feeds my fear
in unending cycle, sanity unclear...?
I have spiraled into depths while unaware
in self-delusion, seemingly with no care.
The roar of depression scourges my soul,
the chance of redemption may render me whole....
08/17/2008 Author's Note: I don't like it but I feel it so I'm posting it. Can anyone else even understand it?
Posted on 08/18/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/18/08 at 11:42 AM ... I relate..... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/18/08 at 06:52 PM ...ann, you look so young to know the trevails of life's essences, nuances...i can easily relate and the older i've gotten i've become good friends with those nemeses awaiting behind the door... |
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