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The following poem is written by and owned by Red Hope. Please do not burrow
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Thank you.


What's the Point?

where have you gone on me
i love the hills and mountains
the valleys and rivers
to the forests and deserts
the nights and days
of you, all of you
so why can't you enjoy
any of the pieces of me
have i become that pathetic thing
that makes your days seem to drag on
where's the romance in this
and i seem to hate myself for this
or better still, i think i'm hating you.

you're forcing me away, further & faster
right into the arms of another
i think that's exactly what you want now
and its becoming what i want
as you twist and bend me into what i can never be
you break me, take me, and make me into yours
all i ever could fight you with were words, useless words
that land flat on the ground, never reaching you
what do i have left in me now
nothing but the darkness that you so kindly shoved in me
but in the end, i can't blame you for this
i only have myself to thank
for being the one thing you never wanted.

Red Hope
January 4, 2003