All I am is human

runaway
runaway Posts: 427
edited October 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My life doesn't make any sense to me
The horror that has surrounded
me, can't be real
Ups and downs...damn
I know life isn't perfect,
and that no one is perfect,
but by the time I was 18,
I had enough that most people
don't go through in a lifetime
Years later after succombing to
a deadly disease, I sit here and
contemplate reality
I like being out of reality
A state of mind unknown is
what I request for my future...thanx
Music is the universal language
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    runaway wrote:
    My life doesn't make any sense to me
    The horror that has surrounded
    me, can't be real
    Ups and downs...damn
    I know life isn't perfect,
    and that no one is perfect,
    but by the time I was 18,
    I had enough that most people
    don't go through in a lifetime
    Years later after succombing to
    a deadly disease, I sit here and
    contemplate reality
    I like being out of reality
    A state of mind unknown is
    what I request for my future...thanx

    really good honest stuff.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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