My Time

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    My Time

    Looking out what has happend in my life, I wonder about it. Why my emotions run wild inside me, like the rampid sea, but must stay confined inside my mind and body. Can't I control anything? My body, constantly gainning weight, the one I like running away from me. Why can't I make these feelings dissapear? There's a pain that sleeps inside that makes everyone feel so far away. My best friend slowly drifiting away from me. But is it them? Maybe it is me who is drifiting away...from friends, family, and life.

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    bandit1192 commented on My Time

    02-23-2009

    Keep working on it. Soon all will even out. TS

    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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