i am weak

i want to hide away
beneath layers of false impressions
close my eyes to it all
if i cant see it it cant see me
perhaps...it will pass me by.
what good is it
planning, aspiring to make a difference?
what difference could one person possibly make?
a battle of david and goliath, but i have no sling shot.
i am hopelessly helpless, permiable.
the evil seeps beneath my skin.
shall i cry myself to sleep everynight
painfuly aware of what hells exist beyond my walls?
let them walk all over me.
i may have the power to change it
but it is hidden too deep
i have not the will to decend to those dark corners
hold my breath until the dark secrets fill my lungs
choking my art.



Poetry by dre
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 01:06

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limber junctionson
art cannot be choked.
this work has been understood and liked.
Weakness is not detectable.
2008-05-12