Another Day in Hell

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    Another Day in Hell
    There is no time in hell when you are running for you soul. There is no shelter when you can't find your way. There is no life when you are grasping for your breath. There is no rhyme to your thoughts as you fumble for the words. Reaching out to look around needing wanting aching for something you can't ever find. Something you will only dream of in the dark corners of your mind. Empty for the rest of your days in hell.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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