To Wither And Get Lost

I rest myself this dreary day
where death linger in the skies
and agony whelmes the shore
There's nothing left for me to say
as dosen weights bear on my eyes
like many times before

Disturbance tremble the ocean
like thunder ripping my brain
in this apathic late fall
Weaving thoughts of commotion
no man will ever sustain
hurricanes like no one can recall

Lost all the people I've admired
during times I've been withdrawn
avoiding a psychotic state
This irregularity makes me tired
and all my hopes are gone
but I guess that's just my fate



Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-11-16 at 17:11

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
It's sad that people are not more accepting of the frailties of the human being, Then people like you and I and many many others would perhaps not feel so alone. Beautifully written, thanks.
2009-11-17



This sounds like it is out of a book it is so well written.
You certainly have a gift writing this.
2009-11-16