As the Past Grows Further Apart from me.

reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
edited September 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
If you found me
laid bare and dying
would you shed a tear for me?
or would you spit on my carcus
as the life seeped from it?
I see no longer what I feel
I feel no longer what is real
I have no purpose
no religion I steal
my agnostic views
light my torched paradise
you are no longer a part of
my heart is no longer switched on to
am I in the backseat?
or am I in the rear view
either way I'm in the past
and far, far left behind.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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  • #X.#X. Posts: 142
    Man oh man, you are on a roll! #X.
    "The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
    -Paul Verlaine-

    "With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
    -Edgar Poe-
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    that feels sad.
    be well chiefy.
    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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