Quest-shun

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  • Confusion

    Quest-shun
    Whens gonna be my time?
    Passing years
    No more tears
    And the blur of life flying by

    Whens gonna be my time?
    Job, who cares
    School, nowhere
    And another day based on a lie

    Whens gonna be my time?
    Empty bed
    Loved ones dead
    Memories only I can call mine

    Whens gonna be my time?
    Talents fade
    People invade
    Love is a victimless crime

    Whens gonna be my time?
    Happy ending
    life transcending
    And a time I can finally call mine!

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    Robin commented on Quest-shun

    03-04-2009

    Nice, makes one think about the words and their meaning... you show your feelings well in this poem...
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    the1uvbeenw8in4 commented on Quest-shun

    02-23-2009

    o wow i love ur poem, its great.
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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