Maze

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Maze

My scars,
like memories of the future,
indicate the obvious truth.
My blood,
like the sirens deafening call,
presents the reality.
My screams echo in my head.
Thoughts of death are all-consuming.
Pain is all I know.
The calling of the juggernaut,
it is relentless.
I seem to have lost all consciousness.
I think of my existence,
and i become rapt,
forever.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Tony’s Poems (79)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Escape 0
Simplicity 1
Unser Leben....Our Life 0
Nie...Never 0
Freedom 0
Recoil 0
Du & Me 0
Lass Uns Rennen....Let Us Run 0
Menschen...Hu
mans
0
Wiederholung.
..Repitition
0
Balance 0
Finality 1
Zusammen...To
gether
0
Für Dich....For You 1
Mein Geist....My Mind 0
Uns.....Us 0
Fall......Fal
l
0
Falschen Anschuldigung
en...False Accusations
0
Sicherheit...
Safety
0
Brech Aus...Break Out 0
Shadow 0
Cold 0
Certitude 0
Truth 0
Consciousness 0
Sacrifice 0
Two Become One 0
Sleep 0
Broken 1
Punishment 0
Reality 0
Warranted Infliction 0
Sky 1
Solitude 0
Future 0
Lies 0
Rules 1
Unavoidable 0
Empty 0
Maze 0
Alone 0
Sporadic 0
Struggle 0
Impossible 0
Ambush 0
Life's Song 0
Geh....Go 0
Nicht Mehr.......No More 0
"Gods" 1
Wonders 0
Das Ende.....The End 0
Vengance 0
Obstacle 0
Gone 0
Ewigkeit....E
ternity
0
Release 0
Hidden 2
Incapable 1
Breakdown 1
Guardian Soldiers 1
One Who Once Was 0
Creative Process 0
What Am I? 1
The Overpowering Desire 5
Spirit 1
Insanity 2
Constantly 1
Present Existence 5
Pain Inside 1
Liebe.... Love 1
Banning Books 3
Iron Man 0
What You Do 2
Someone 9
IDK 6
Deprivation 12
In Return 3
Identity 3
It 5