Bell curve

Even when I've regained some semblence of sanity 

the demons never fail to haunt me 

they threaten to tear it all apart

and no one can save me

the world is dark except for this keyhole of sight

I swear it grows smaller the more i need the light 

my wrestless mind won't reconcile this soul

and the fight ahead another weary battle

fading again,

there's no strength left

I can't see forwards

I can only regret

Glory never was a friend of mine 

and for all my successes;

hard fought and so bitterly won,

the foul taste left

Wasjust too much to swallow,.

As the taste of dark poison comes to claim me

I feel nothing.

No life,

no sorrow.

I can do nothing but watch

wondering if there's a tomorrow 

hope ebbs away as I bargain

to live another day

Im not really sure I want anyway. 



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A chess game Respected SSmoothie

A chess game Respected SSmoo thief eat her. Trillions are the players(including all animals,plants & inanimate things,infininitely huge and infinitesmially small)The stars and planets are also players in this Big Game. We are much too small. So respected SS what"threaten to tear" what apart ?"taste of dark poison"?You succeeded in stoking my embers with a huge gush of gasoline. Great write !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please delete the spaces as necessary after Respected. ~Peace + B Happy~



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Thanks  guys, your comments

Thanks  guys, your comments Made me go and polish it . Deepest gratitude and thanks for you support xo

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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your smile is what makes you

your smile is what makes you such a lovely lady ---james

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Wow... this reminds me of so

Wow... this reminds me of so many patients I've cared for with terminal illnesses. Awesome! It totally captures the entire journey so well. Wow. I don't think that is what it is about but if you only knew. ~peace~


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "