Destructive

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  • is wondering what life has for me this life is to short to wait

Destructive

A vile drink brings the best of me
i sit and drink it seems to be every thing i need
im destructive yet i write
when i do everthing is alright
i pass it off yet im depressed
it relieves the stress
i think im alright
people think im just in a state of fright
will i be sucessful
will i suceed
or will i fail miserably
frinds give encouraging remorse
but i feel ive failed my course
is it the end?
or will i make amends?
i laid it on the line took a chance and lost
alas ive nothing to show except a loss for words
am i doomed you decide
is there something for me to confide
or am i lost doomed to decide

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

cakewalk’s Poems (15)

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