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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Lonely years. Always on the outsie looing in Deemed to fail before I’d begin Alone in my plarstic bubble I’d face a new mountain every day Took to heart everything people would say The prison whereI dwelt had an open door Fear and doubt struck me to the core Lost in my lonely years Broken hearted I cried an ocean of iternal tears The mirror my nemisis that controlled me I couldn’t see what others could see Standing upon the preferfice of a deep gorge Swaying in the wi nd Couldn’t take anymore. My struggle took me to dark places I didn’t want to go Where the biting cursing wind would blow So many wasted years gone by Life was an endless nightmare Unbarable And all I wanted to do was die. That was now so many ears ago I’ve been through hell A place no one should go I climbed those moutains Ans eventualy saw the view It took a very long trme And how I struggled But I begain to see the sun though the mist Now I’m on a roler coaster Pone of meloncony and one of bliss. Although I’ve come so far My lonel years haunt me and lrfy their scat Although I don’r dewll on those times It’s always there in the dark reseses of my mind Haunting my dreams No one could understand the places that I’ve been. Writing and exoressing mseff has been my therapy My life my mistress unraveling the mystery The jigswa is almost compleare Although pieces still avade me At last I’m free. Peter Dome.Copyright. 2015,Dec.
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