Hung Over

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  • Jolly
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Hung Over

Morning comes well too early these days
It always does and there seems to be no way
To mitigate the pain and rage I find within my mind
While the sun claws it's way into my eyes
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
The days trudge by in an endless procession
The only change being my de-evolution, my regression
Deepening, darkening, this depression incessant
Falling apart within my self-imposed incarceration
I tear it down
I fuck it up
Kick it around
Stand above
But nothing I've done to this soul could ever change a fucking thing....
This hollow deepens inside my chest
This sorrow creeping throughout my head
The fire burning up through my vocal cords
Screaming in rage until I am no more
I've been beaten all day, finally it is night
I stare at the ceiling and try as I might
Sleep never comes, I realize
I'm missing something I might never find
.....the alarm, when did I fall into dreams of tears?
.....why is this so loud? The buzzing screaming through my ears
.....I'm not ready to wake. Not now, not here
PLEASE GOD MAKE IT STOP!
.....racing towards death, all that's left is to steer

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jam4muzic commented on Hung Over

08-05-2009

Wow. Just wow. It was ah-mazing. I like how it rhymed, the vocabulary you used. It makes life seem the easiet thing compared to dying. I liked, also, how you repeated "This hollow deepens in my chest...Screaming in rage until I am no more". It felt like that stanza was the most important to the poem.

alfinle commented on Hung Over

11-25-2008

Dang--I think I may have been here before....=)

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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