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A Constant Struggle
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Volume Three A Constant Struggle....
Where guilt floods the vein, the whiskey to numb the pain.
While you struggle to remain ever so sane.
Lost within the thicket, lets play a game of who is the sickest.
Where shadows play and dance around,
monsters lie in wait to burn your hopes down.
While you struggle to make your life more profound.
I have seen the muddy waters, where that faint line begins to blur.
A mad scientist hoping to have found that cure,
as to the disease, you are just not sure.
Never bolster that golden halo, when your soul is not that pure.
While you struggle as all your answers are now obscure.
Dream sweet child, your future unwritten and wild.
You still have a chance, with only a simple glance,
to keep that dream from ever being defiled.
As you struggle no more, pick yourself from the floor.
Just know that everyone will fall, few will storm that wall.
Fewer still will manifest their will, and stand ever so tall.
Dream sweet child, with your head in the clouds.
Where no one can pull you down now.
Love it as always matt. Your
Love it as always matt. Your poems always talk to me in some way. glad to see you have new posts.
-Elfy*
Face off the floor - Must get up!
The not pure soul line was particularly fine. - There is always so much meaning confined between rhymes - amazing skill to do that by finding the "right" rhyme and have it enhance and merge with the balance of the fine ideas, images, thoughts. You rock! ~~A~~
Lovely dark and broding and
Lovely dark and broding and sensitively wrought... Everybody wants that one perfect poem where thier demons lie trapped tied down by the words knotted on thier pages... Hugss SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."