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32~ Bleed Unto My Poetry

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BLEED UNTO MY POETRY...

I'm on my bed,

Knees drawn to my chest,

My eyes hold a faraway look,

Yet my mind remains blank.

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I'm lost for words,

Yet now I write this here,

I'm lost in despair,

Anxious beyond repair.

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I've never understood,

Why there has to be,

Such dull periods of my life,

Because I feel I've failed myself...

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I find no interest,

As if I'd never had any as such,

The nature so comforting,

Now seem bricks of wall.

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These feelings so unsettled,

Yet no outlet of anyhow.

I'm heavy as lead,

My mind blank as a sculpted head.

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Yet I write these words here,

Desperate I'd lose myself,

These words now seem worthless,

When they were the joy of my life.

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I'd get these burst of feelings,

An inspiration in mind,

I'd be in a flurry,

To find a pen and paper in hand.

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My hand would write,

An undecipherable language,

Words true from my heart and mind,

Only I could since decipher.

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My heart would jolt in excitement,