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Poem Details
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| Title: | You Know... |
| Author: | Deborah Bennett |
| Date Submitted: | 12/10/2005 |
| Email: | freedomthebuddha@goowy.com |
| Poem: |
I feel, you know… Country to popular belief, my soul actually experiences the words that cut like a knife into my soul that already bleeds with self-hate. I dream, you know… However, it’s only a delusion that indoctrinates my destiny with false hopes. Instead, the imminent journey into my cave of despair maliciously materializes, awaiting my arrival once again. I see no light, you know… The thought of Death seeps into my world its ghostly glare psychotically real. I fight fearlessly with my now insubstantial mind; I barely hang onto my “normal” reality that is nontoxic and safe. Instead, the constant thought of dying is a battle I now fight, its intention evil beyond comprehension: it cunningly waits for my strength to succumb to its allure. I’m afraid of the voices, you know… They whisper and conspire; they loathe who I am, waiting for the moment to destroy my idealism of life. I silently scream for liberation from this echoing corridor of madness. I run mentally looking for the transcendent door that my life force always somehow finds. This room of liberation contains determination, endurance, courage and stamina. These truths are the only foundations that keep me from going into the saturated fearful world of insanity. I am a survivor, you know… By Deborah Lavinia Malloy... |