THIRTY MINUTES OF ANGUISH

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    THIRTY MINUTES OF ANGUISH

    Somehow these feelings that I have bottled up inside of my inner.
    Have me torn up as if I’m just a stretch away from being a winner.
    Being depressed is no longer on my list of things to acquire.
    Lets try angry, real mad, these women add to my fire.

    From the beginning I was a gentleman and treated them right.
    But now I don’t know the definition of the word polite.
    Expressing myself in every way that I possibly know of.
    I sometimes feel like I’m in a world without the slightest hint of love.

    Last week at lunch my friends told me that I was too mean.
    So I changed my demeanor and put on it a slight lean.
    And always thinking to myself as I was taught by my mother.
    Forever be yourself and never conform to the ways of others.

    So now the one that caused me thirty minutes of anger.
    Has me confused and distraught, could my heart be in danger?
    She’s back in my life no longer can I avoid her being around.
    Now happy that she’s here, but scared because of what once went down.

    You may question the way that I feel for the one that broke my heart.
    I can’t explain she seems to be that certain missing part.
    She always makes me smile by telling me jokes and sill things.
    So to her I say “thank you,” the best in me you always bring.

    Have you ever had emotions that would never leave your internal?
    I feel like she’s given my heart a new type of verbal.
    Sometimes though, I have to catch myself before I fall again.
    Before I’m left like I was at first, with my breath wasting.

    I think I found a way to get over the pain within my heart.
    How? Leave her alone and give my love life a new start.
    Miss her dearly that I will do with the ut most sincerity.
    But get over these thoughts of her, it’s a large possibility.



    By: JEREMY JASON

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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