Psimon Posted August 16, 2006 Report Share Posted August 16, 2006 I was a burden on my family I was a burden on the world I took and gave nothing in return I gave and expected the world in return Would the world miss me when I slipped away? Some might have, but then only for a season. Most would have shown me the door, Smiling as they waved goodbye. I failed to love God I failed to love my wife I failed to love my children I failed to love. I failed to live. Some may say I was selfish And they may well be right Some may say I was gutless And they are probably right Some may say I was a loser And they are certainly right I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag I couldn’t sing a note I couldn’t turn the other cheek I couldn’t give till it hurt I couldn’t I just couldn’t. So I didn’t. This is the beginning of the end Depression Drugs Doctors Life in 3D Raise your hand and lose it all Hold it inside and lose it all Either way, you lose. This is the end of the beginning Paranoia Paracetemol Psych-wards Life on P. © Mike B 02 Aug. 2006 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanz Posted August 17, 2006 Report Share Posted August 17, 2006 Wow. That was moving. It really connected with me. It was quite powerful......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted August 18, 2006 Report Share Posted August 18, 2006 *Hugs* glad to know you are still writing. Missed you. Wren Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salinye Posted August 18, 2006 Report Share Posted August 18, 2006 Always nice to see you, Psimon. :0) It's apparent you haven't lost your poetic touch. ~Salinye *Hugs* glad to know you are still writing. Missed you. Wren Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted August 19, 2006 Report Share Posted August 19, 2006 Great to see you still haven't lost your touch Psimon. While this is a rather unusual style of poem from you it nonetheless its well written and an enjoyable read. For me it is the antithesis of this old gem (sorry in advance for spamming your thread ): [iF] If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! --Rudyard Kipling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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