|This Life We Live
Author: Thorn's-girl PM
A happy little poem about all life's little problems. Minus the happy part. And if you can think of a word that rhymes with us, please tell me.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 169 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 06-23-05 - id: 1947011
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No, despite how it sounds, this poem was not intended to be about suicide. It can, however, be interprted that way, but to all my loveley friends who I have coerced into reading my stuff, I have not gone over the edge again, so don't panic.
Freedom is a joke
And you're imprisoned by your fear
Somewhere something broke
But in your darkness nothing's clear
Desperation, anger, pain
There has to be a better way
Playing with metaphor and rain
Don't want to see another day
And you know there's a way out
But you cannot find the key
No one's there to hear your shout
As you cry out blasphemy
Someday something has to give
Will you be there to see it through?
Can you stand the life you live
Enough to make up something new?
Or will shadows fall around us
Like ill-tempered summer hail
Eating sunshine with a minus
As we slowly start to bail.