Being Hurt

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    Being Hurt

    Whenever darkness falls and I'm alone
    I wonder if I'll ever know
    what keeps me going inside this drone
    and mumbling

    Somedays are cool and sunny sun
    I think then , when all is done'
    I'll be ok and life's begun
    I'm not just stumbling

    But quick as ever it can fade
    I'll once again sit in the shade
    and coldness that forever bade
    me home

    As far as I can ever see
    the ittle child that was me
    never left and she is she
    still

    I feel like I'll never grow
    like all the others in the tow
    I'll alwasy be way below
    the mill

    Strangers some and strangers go
    But they all seem the same to me, you know
    Whether friend, family or foe
    it's indifferent

    Sometimes alone is where I want to be
    It seems much easier to be with me
    than with them who just can't see
    what's meant

    I know I'll never fit the mold
    That I'm different, I'm even told
    I will never be "in" the fold'
    Not me

    But sometimes I can see right through
    And maybe that is what's scaring you
    So you find a reason to be rude
    and flee

    But "what goes around comes around"
    I''ve seen it work that way....profound
    So I'll sit back and watch you clown
    and fall

    And when you do, I won't cryl
    I'll sit and watch you try to fly
    out of the mess, you'll wish to die
    But won't

    Cause life is but a game to learn
    you must go on and you must earn
    your way backup where you won't burn
    or gloat
     
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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.

    katmin’s Poems (22)

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    Being Hurt 0
    Ashley 0
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