Loose ends never tied on purpose
Never wanted my lungs to work
But I guess it's something I can't bring myself to end
Almost get aroused crawling through the mud and murk
All I wanted was for myself to stop talking
But I guess even I let myself down
The second and third and forth me all wanted the same thing
But maybe a hidden 5th couldn't let me drown
Only thing to come is a sore neck
Never an absence of recollection or memory
No matter how much dirt this shovel can carry
I can never bring it to bury the rest of me
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments1
A very well written thoughtful poem 2AM. I think we all feel sometimes that we let ourselves down, but by sharing our work here we don't want to bury ourselves, rather rise like a phoenix from the ashes!
Thank you
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