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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Despair

I wrote this poem at an ACA Retreat in the spring of 2005. Despite being in a great mood and having a great time, I ended up with a very dark and depressing found poem that described my suicidal feelings just two years prior. After I finished the process of creating this poem, I displayed it as is our tradition. It caused quite a bit of concern!


Despair

Nothing can replace your dreams.

Prime of life and I feel…

Clouds tumbling down past my plastic smile,
Alone,
Battered,
Small.

I want just one reason to still be here.

Endless desert of feeling.

As time goes by,
he makes it easier

It feels like the right thing to do…

I lost.

There’s no mistake…
Not meant to live.

Do-it-yourself pain relief.

Ready, Aim, Fire!

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