Me puttin down the pen and pad going into writers block becuase of my life style and how im so depressed and sad to write, and after long time spent away from trying to understand why i am what i am i realize it all and its to late. Its never to late but


Could It Have Came and Gone

Set aside my projection to walk away

Memory is blocked by the new scenario of today

I feed off all the emotion that is clouding far away

I choke on puffs of smoke and spit blood today

What I perceive know breaks my concentration

My image cannot look into a mirror and see its reflection

A ghostly pale face to see through with no expression

Liquid fire fiercely faces me burning as I'm realizing redemption

When will I get my fucking life back on track here?

Can I grasp what I need for the end is near?

Slipping sliding downward into disgrace

My legs kick as I run upward in a race

12 long months subside and fatigue sets in

Soon I will be nothin more than a has been

Realizin that I could have been

Stuck deep in depression

It's been so long I can't figure out when this sit in

My face no longer can have emotion

I should have never stopped writing

And looked for my life when I was subsiding








Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2006-01-20 at 00:54

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lynn
WHAT A WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK I HOPE EVERYTHING GOES GOOD FOR YOU TRUST ME IT WILL GET BETTER I PROIMSE!!
XXXXX--AMBER LYNN
2006-01-30


penfold18
I know what you are going through as I've been there myself, my writing helped me through it,try not to dwell to much on the depressive side of your writing as it can hold you there as well,and you are right its never to late my friend :-))
2006-01-20