| Grex > Poetry > #93: my monster, my past... |
| my monster, my past... | 
Jun 3 19:33 UTC 1999 |
so insignificant..
waiting to be welcomed by the rising sun,
though even he turns his head.
i cannot recall--
what i did to deserve this,
when i asked for so much hate...
now i implore myself,
not to give up on me,
for i am all i have--
though even she wishes to abandon me.
i sit on the cold concrete..
begging for answers,
things i don't want to hear..
my internal scars burn firy red,
she comes trying to disect my feelings,
telling me that i am wrong...
i know i have changed,
i'm not her anymore..
though there's no running...
she'll always get me--
my monster;
my past.
| response 1 of 3: |
Jun 15 02:32 UTC 1999 |
Well done as wel..usual, and I empathize..my life hasn't been peachy keen either, although it's better than some
| response 2 of 3: |
Jun 18 01:11 UTC 1999 |
life is just another gauntlet we run through to prove ourselves strong to the divine. it is slightly sadistic, though its something we all must conquer... it all happens for a purpose.....
| response 3 of 3: |
Jun 18 01:12 UTC 1999 |
I wouldn't go as far as to say it's sadistic-- I view it as "tasting the bitter, in order to know to prize the good."