Needless to say I was not in a good mood when I wrote this one, eh?


Show's Up

As I sit in this dismal,
Dark secluded place,
I'm reminded of the many fears
That I don't want to face.

I'm so afraid of the future
And what it has to hold.
I don't want to see how these events
Will unfurl and unfold.

My life feels so uncertain,
And I don't know what to do.
My choices just keep dwindling,
And are now too few.

So now I don't try to stop it
As the blood begins to flow.
I'm tired of this life I lead;
Let's start the next show.



Poetry by Surreal
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 03:45

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