it seems very hard now in these times
for i who seeks answers from these rhymes
the suicidal urges i hope shall be overcome
my heart it beat heavy somewhere from
the vast riches of the universe
must i always pull the short straw
where is the line met
for a good strong even draw
in my small room i feel like crying
so cold out there in here im dieing
im filled with drab sickness
i believe from the street
ill try to survive hopefully
with not only beans to eat
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Author:
onepauly (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem 45 years ago I remember writing it in that cold small room. it was as I felt. to me now, its just beautiful poetry
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Survive you did and with poetry like this I am glad you did. Good write.
thank you for your kindness
I only wish I knew the poetry that was from my younger days, to see all the pain I never thought I'd make it through.
Thank you for sharing yours and not giving up so we could all reflect on darker times knowing they don't last, then hopefully is transcend to others that struggle.
Awesome write
thanks tony36
Welcome
Well written, Paul, it vividly conveys the hard times we sometimes have to go through before finding better pastures. And I am more than glad you made it!
A nice flashback and I'm happy that you are better now.
and how! I am better now. thank you for your comment.
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