Confusion...3/20/14
I hurt all day, I hurt all night,
Only ever wanting to just take flight.
This constant ride that keeps me spinning,
Will never allow me to keep on winning.
Why am I up, why am I down,
Why do I feel like I'm just going to drown.
I hate the confusion and the hurt,
I hate feeling I'm face down in the dirt.
While the world smiles and laughs and keeps moving on,
I feel disheveled and weak and think what am I doing wrong.
I'm angry and confused and know I do it to myself,
So then I decide to hang it up on that shelf.
The one I can't think about, picture or touch,
Because if I did, it would reveal so much.
For now I will stop and force the thoughts aside,
Simply because I need a break from this ride.
By:Jennifer Golden
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Dark Thoughts
PoetryThese are all short poems I have wrote in the last couple of years. Dark thoughts from a truthful dark and maybe twisted scared mind.
