Hiding
I struggle to show
what I can do,
all that I know.
Can I be
The real me
Or who you
want to see.
I’m hiding
the me
I’m striving
to be.
Why do I hide?
How can I lie?
Where is my pride?
When can I fly?
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Too Late
Life is too
difficult.
There are
many roads to choose from.
How do I now
which one to take?
I have gone
down many that ended too fast.
I want to
find one I can follow the rest of my days.
If I don’t
come across it soon,
I fear I will
not be able to go on further.
I don’t want
to hurt anymore.
There is only
one road that leads
Away from
this painful place.
There is only
one road to heaven’s gate.
I don’t want
to die and I don’t want to live.
But those are
my only choices.
Living is too
hard. I don’t have the strength.
But to die
would be the coward’s way out.
Do I want to
suffer or do I just quit.
I am here on
this bridge trying to decide.
The wind is
strong and its hard to hold on.
Well that was
an easy decision. I have no choice.
My decision
was not to die,
But I made it
too late.
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IT
It is so
black.
It keeps us
from coming back.
It makes it
hard for some to cope.
It gives some
feelings of ended hope.
It occurs in
many forms.
It is outside
of all norms.
It is
something most of us fear.
It often
takes those we hold dear.
It is an end
to all life.
It can stop
mortal strife.
It gives us
no reason to sing.
Death is a
terrible thing.
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Where with all,
You have the gull,
To see your life,
Be it joy or strife,
As worth a lot,
For all you’ve got.
