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Just a poem I thought was good.
I never asked for this...
helplessness, horror and the fear
but it haunts me daily
the pictures I see are so crystal clear!
I cannot run away from this sick reality,
there is no place for me to hide.
Even the devil booze cannot help now,
I carry the nightmare of your story inside.
I might feel at times that I am all crazy,
lacking any energy, and worry I am lazy.
But the visions keep flashing back to haunt,
and I get so tired of these intruding thoughts.
It is like salt in a wound so deep,
I never seem to get proper sleep.
I have anger…rage.... then numb,
and I feel so alone, like the only one.
I cannot get over this inside I cry!
I am angry that this person had to die!
I ask myself...
why? why? why?
So I think I found a final solution,
but its just another illusion
so before I check out this time,
I will reach out! I know things are NOT fine.
Everything in life has a reason
Every tree has a season
No one but myself
can free this heart and mind.
Of all the pain of the trauma,
and these symptoms I find.
And when my day is finely due,
A voice inside is so clear.....
Life or death my life-long friend,
This choice is up to you.
Jim 1996