My Reality

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    My Reality

    I walk past all the mirrors in my life with my head down.

    I can't look at myself any longer, cuz all I see is failure.

    Pain plagues my face, and I can not smile anymore.

    I am screaming on the inside and you can hear it when I speak.

    I am tired of crying.

    I am tired of feeling like I am all alone.

    I can't sleep, and when I do all I see is destruction.

    I wake up and find myself in a cold sweat, trying

    to catch my breath.

    I have felt the grim hands of death on my neck.

    The future is dark.

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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.

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