Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dying

Its funny how I found a phrase that screams
It sets my soul on fire, how it burns!
It never relents, not even in dreams.
When it rears its head, how my mind churns.

I cry looking for relief, its not there.
I ask for a hug, a smile, anything
Look at me! They cry, how it is unfair
How they laugh, thier swords on my heart, do sting.

Thier cup is half-empty, mine is most full.
Everyday theirs loses another drop,
Mine, I shine, for it never will be dull,
And I laugh for everyday they do mop.

My saving line you see is the phrase 'hope,'
Only on the outside I appear weak.
If you laugh, your mouth I'll wash out with soap.
In the future, my guidance you will seek.

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