Thoughts

My mind moves slowly - painfully grinding and turning
....Producing garbage.
Struggling to find peace i drown, yet cannot die...
I fall forever to a death that will never come..a slave forever.
Yet again the seeds of doubt have bee sown...again they grow
Slowly picking aways and crumbling my mind..my logic.
Several things have been tried and have failed.
Ignorence? After a certain point, it is impossibe to forget
To close my mind to what is and what will be.
Knowledge? So far it has only made my burden a heavier one
..By lightening for a time and then adding double what was taken.
Religion? Their games frustrate me - each religion bitterly fighting
For my soul..my mind and my body.
Love? Odd comodity that is is....perhaps one that not all were meant to have.
Those who find it pure are truly blessed, for part of themselves is found.
Those who struggle for it often bleed and die...the worst torture? (kmHjltk)
Those who have not....?
With each item somehow misused..what have i done?
I have begun to kill myself, slow though it may be....
Or is my death just a vain atempt to gather people's sympathy?
Fuck it........fuck everything.....to let go....?!?!!!!??
What to do....what to do? How to stop pretending..be real.
..i m weak

Aug 25th, 1999 1:24 am

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