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The Expressionists

Poetry

They speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday

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Pain

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by MyTimeWasYesterday

by MyTimeWasYesterday

it's that feeling of helplessness.

of not knowing how far you can go

without breaking down and crying.

it's diffucult to gadge whether or not you

can push yourself to that certain point.

it's that sound of cracking

that erupts to your ears that proves

the theory that what going on with your body is wrong.

it's not supposed to happen;

it's not supposed to happen to me.

this all wasn't meant to shut me down.

i was supposed to stumble and fall

then rise up and defeat the pain.

but it has other plans.

i will not rise up

i will not get back up

i will just fall deeper into this never ending

escape.

i can't fight the pain,

it's everywhere i tread towards.

walking

standing

running

having fun.

it's never easy to fight a parasite

that has latched onto your heart and soul.

it is making me weaker each day,

but i made a promise to myself that

i would never lose hope when the pain

clouds over my reality of surviving in this world.

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