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6 Feet
by Dorian BlackCasualty reruns,
under the burning sun.
I though these terrors were done,
but they seem to have only begun.
How did it get to this?
Where did things go wrong?
Why have I been damned,
to sing this same ol' song?
I'm taking this day by day,
trying to find some place
that I belong, but the more
I look and the more I long,
the closer I get to ending it all.
A cowardice thought,
I know, but maybe
I was just born...
Six feet below. 04/17/2012 Posted on 04/17/2012
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/17/12 at 10:18 PM I suspect that most of us have this feeling at least once in our life if not more. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/17/12 at 10:54 PM Hang in there Dorian. It gets better. Not that the promises of a stranger mean anything. You can only start from where you are, and at the bottom means "up" has got to be in the future someplace. The laws of balance demand it! :) |
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