CROSSING THE BORDER
I'm going cross the border.
I'm slowly losing my mind.
My sanity was less than shorter,
that of the fragile kind.
I've come across some burdens,
to heavy for my back.
I lived throughout the passions,
the beauty and the cracks.
Pretending to be alive is not my thing.
Please, do not prolong the seizure.
I've made my time in the ring.
My time as a griever.
Now that I'm a floater,
my mind is fast at ease.
I'm passing cross the border,
reaching for some peace.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-10-28 at 22:44
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