Sitting here staring at the wall
Hoping somebody calls
To put a smile on my face
Contemplating leaving this world without leaving a trace
Tears falling down my face
Nobody can tell
Because I be sweating so hard
You’ll think I’m in hell
This adversity is hurting me
I see no end to this pain
Doing everything right
I drive slow whenever it rain
For now death is detained
Until I take that next step
Eventhough I have nothing left
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Author:
Jordan (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2024 15:28
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Jordan, you wrote a poem called "Imagination." What if it can be awakened?! In other words, taken beyond the level of fantasy, and into reality?
I’m trying
Are you using "I am..," instead of "I want to be, I will be, I'm going to be, If only I could be" etc.etc?
I’m not sure
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