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Poem Details
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| Title: | Belief |
| Author: | stormy |
| Date Submitted: | 6/2/2010 |
| Poem: |
If I believe myself to be twisting in the air, Am I really? If I crash to the ground, cracking all my bones bare, Do I really? What is real? Do I know? What does my mind reveal? How do you know? I''ve thought about this And your mind plays tricks. There is no such thing as bliss And it all just hits you like a ton of bricks. Never mind that you are weary From all the effort it takes to think. But you are also very leery Of people who take away your drink. Drink away your sorrows and your woes. Drink to not think, to soak in the numbness, the pain. Drink until you can see no more, not even your toes. Drink until you find yourself alone and standing in the rain. Anything to feel something, Whether it be numbness, pain. Exuberence, or sorrow. Don''t you want that thing? Maybe you only want to borrow!... |