Never Stop

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    Never Stop

    Dream of me, though it be a scare.
    Dirty Secrets, hidden for years.
    All unmasked in this screamish nightmare.
    Every strength you once saw disappears.
    A hope simply expires
    And all that was is no longer.
    As my soul loses its will and slowly tires.
    my words transform into a darkened song,
    edited by my judgers.
    Yet tossed aside
    A mere disapointment to all of mothers.
    All and any exceptance completely denied.
    Fight off the pressure as if you haven't a choice.
    Change you can not, neither can I...

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    LivingCanvas’s Poems (6)

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