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Day and Night: A Poem
Day and Night
The loss of words, the loss of time
Extraction seems hopeless
But there’s an unwillingness to give up
Flowing day to night
The path slows, but leads in many directions
Which to choose?
Starting something new
But what?
The question is the answer
Day to Night
Night brings gloom
A certain calmness fills the air
But the looming fact remains
What is this place?
Night to day
Rinse and repeat
The cycle needs to change
Help is needed
But where?
Day to Day
Afternoons are painful
Nothing has been done
There is solace in acceptance
Sadness looms
Where to begin?
Can change come of this?
More sacrifices made, more time lost
Will it end?
- H
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The Other Night…
I starting writing this when I was fucked up after talking to @JenSquard on twitter for a while. I was upset, bored, lonely, and just decided to write about my feelings. This is what follows:
I’m starting this admitting that I am pretty stoned out of my mind. Some things I say may sound insane, crazy, or otherwise out of line. That’s a normal thing for me these days.
I thought I could be somebody. I thought I WAS somebody. But I was controlled. I had my freedom taken away from me by my own father. I was his puppet. I was sold down the river. I was treated like I didn’t know anything. Like I couldn’t take a shit without asking to go.
I’m not saying this was a North Korean prison by any means, but the humiliation… The anger… The repression of my own thoughts… Psychological damage does not heal so easy. It’s like I’m viewing the world in a new light because I haven’t been able to be myself for so long. Who am I? I don’t know.
- H