Depression
Walking...walking...walking,
on this endless road of sorrow,
sometimes I will see a light,
it usually passes me by,
at times it will engulf me but it can only take me so far,
my dreams keep me walking but soon they will stop and I will stop walking,
and be left in the dark
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pathway | 1 | 02/18/2010 |
| Dance Of Darkness and Light | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Love Is But A Dream | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| No More Sympathy | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Fight For Happiness | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Want | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Sad Strokes | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Loveless | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Zero Expectations | 3 | 02/09/2010 |
| My Sweet Lauralai | 1 | 02/08/2010 |
| Worldly Malice | 0 | 02/08/2010 |
| Depression | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| The Breakup | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Afterthought | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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