Waking Up
Looking at the top,Of a tree from the shed,
Taking too much space,
While balanced on the edge,
Chasing down my mind,
As I try to stay sane,
Going down through it,
On a long black train,
Hurting way down deep,
Like a fire in my bones,
Waiting for this time,
To retire from its throne,
Spitting in the wind,
Comes right back in my face,
Running from my faults,
Like sprinting in a race,
Losing all the love,
That once warmed my soul,
Burning down bridges,
That made my world whole,
Writing down the words,
I wish I had known,
Before I had lost,
All I ever owned.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 16:54
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