Distress

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    Distress


    What is living when you are tired of life?
    Is there something out there that make it all right?
    It's just day to day wondering what am I doing
    Instead of life it is death I'm pursuing.
    Having lost all sense of joy and pride
    I look at my life from deep down inside.
    There is no reason to laugh or even to smile
    and now I'm prepared to walk my very last mile.

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    etmj commented on Distress

    09-05-2009

    Bullseye! exactly how I may feel sometime.I like how your poetry make simple words go straight to our inner senses.
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    cmlestrade commented on Distress

    08-27-2009

    Great meter and rhythm. Interesting viewpoint of how it feels when we get tired of the day to day. A definite 10
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    Phatom commented on Distress

    06-02-2009

    Quite true, the pulse of corroding time does cause us to be caught in a cycle of utter distress, worthy piece
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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Distress

    04-07-2009

    OH MY GOD ! who rated that a 1 ! its a 10 all the way great poem man!
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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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