My Confused Darkness

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    My Confused Darkness

    Emptiness, hollow, cold, alone.
    Turning to anything and anyone to feel warmth, love, happiness.
    Each journey unsatifying and dissapointing.
    Thirsting and hungering for more.
    Repeating the same steps over again.
    Wait...
    A miracle, a chance of luck.
    Still needing to feel that warmth, love, happiness.
    But its not right, disappointed once again.
    A book, of hope, truth and love.
    A feeling so over whelming i cant stop shaking, crying.
    Forseen visions of time thats past.
    Each one telling me Im on the right path.
    Overlooked and unheard.
    Lessons I learned, but diddnt understand.
    Pain, lonliness, solitude.
    I had to be broken, fragile, to hear, to see,
    Gods beautiful world.

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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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