Wasting

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  • Confusion

    Wasting

    Like a blanket
    Over my eyes,
    Darkness

    Shivering cold
    Alone.
    Future lost
    Words unspoken.

    Where did I go?
    Feels like drowning;
    I reach up
    Only to sink further.
    Fighting, scratching
    Climbing back.

    I want to live
    Please God let me live.... Again!

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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.

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