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My insides so dark

You can't see the soul

The light cock back

Darkness takes control


Oh, please don't mind me

I'm just spilling my guts

One line at a time

With no rhythm at all


Questions always pondering

Answers never solving

Promises never fulfilling

A vicious cycle


Closing my eyes to see a spot of hope

To light up my twilight soul

But when my eyes open up

My soul is all dark again


There's a picture of floating down an ocean

Floating down with the past until the wind is gone

But my soul is like the picture back then

When the picture tore up, it can't be perfect again 


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Neill Barnard

Tue 27th Jun 2017 11:55

Good day Keith

Very good poem, written in a very emotional fashion, much like my own writing.

Really enjoyed it.

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New Shoes

Tue 27th Jun 2017 06:37

being Thankful for what is going right can help, and to know that you are able to feel is better. I find that some situations are so complex that they are only worth a chuckle. anyway, great poem.
and the way out is that way.

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