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Fri 18 Jul, 2003 06:47 pm
This is it
As I ride into my neverending night,
Noxious thoughts that strangle my sight
Asphyxiate me...
And yet
I've already died so many deaths,
Already breathed a million last breaths
So how can I be sure that what lay next
Is not merely another cruel pretext...
(to what?)
Cruelness leads to madness
And madness is me.
Death is sanctuary
No wonder it was never meant to be.
Well, Joe, I can tell you that I read this creation of yours several times, and was surprised that it didn't get me down. The reason may be that all of us have had the thoughts that you have so powerfully expressed in your poem. The difference may lie in the fact, that you choose unvarnished words, and that's good, to me.
Welcome to A2K, Joe.
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