Alicia Arol
2009-02-09 15:11:53 UTC
POEM
I'm fighting for my sanity
for my very soul
And there is never any place to hide
or anywhere to go
People around me don't understand
and I can't make it clear
There has to be siome sense to it all
reasons why we're here
If I don't find some answers
I know I'll go insane
but before I do I'll make sure
It wasn't all in vain
I'll force the world to hear the cries
and recognize the pain
of all the lobnely people
who think life's just a game
We're dying and there's no way out
We struggle for a place
Fighting against the emptiness
We curse the human race
That forces us to close our mouths
and not say what we feel
The time has come to scream and shout
Things have to be revealed
***I wrote this poem too many years ago-back when I was really really sad (since I have always been sad), but was still able to maintain a small degree of hope. I'm older now... Gone is the "sex kitten" I "magically transformed myself into (while my brain stayed the same). Gone is the hope I stubbornly, foolishly clung to. I have only helplessly watched the world get worse & worse & worse. I'm praying for a "miracle", but I think that I have used up my lifetime "allotment" of "miracles"....
My "miracle" would be if just one of you who is actually suprisingly "aware" (rather than trapped in the matrix prison David Icke expounds upon in his many books) could show me the point to all of this. Don't give me yourr religious ____ that I have already thoroughly examined and discarded. Give me a good reason to think that it is even worth staying alive.
***I read all the responses that you give to what I write out here, so (believe me) I'm not holding my breath...
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