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What am I doing here Just going through the motions I think everything will be ok, that I’ll be ok Then I get sucker punched With an emotional blow to the gut Can’t take much more of this beating I’m bleeding Feeding off others who are needing. How can they help me if they can’t help themselves? How can I help them if I cant help myself? It’s a see saw effect Up down up down up down Now what? Where do we go from here? Is there even a purpose to this ride? I just want to hide Im empty inside Now that my dreams and death collide What am I doing here just going through the motions cant find the purpose in this I’m pissed I put up my fists But my opponent laughs at me Taunts me with the truth That my future has kissed me goodbye I wanna cry Curl up in a ball and die And I’ve got 10 more rounds of this abuse So whats the use? This fight is just an excuse not to try. At least that’s what they say. I pray for the bell to ring to end this round As I lay lifeless on the ground Your fists pound One… two… three…ten! You’re out, The uncaring shout… Fights over Next opponent

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Date: 4/9/2013 8:22:00 AM
Very powerful metophor. Fortunately God is in your corner and when required he will fight for you.
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Date: 4/4/2013 6:23:00 PM
Hello once again... reading this poem again. i like the free falling feel of this poem. who's next... good question....xox~PD
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Date: 3/22/2013 9:41:00 AM
Bernard, your ending is your new beginning...clarity will shine upon you and purpose will appear...Thanks for all of your comments..xx Holly Moore
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Date: 12/28/2012 3:53:00 PM
thanks for sharing this poem xoxo pd
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Bernard Colasurdo
Date: 12/28/2012 5:44:00 PM
Hi Poet Destroyer! Thanks for reading. I'm really new at this poem writing. In fact I just write whatever comes to me. I don't know what to call the poems I write. This was my first crack at what I believe is "free verse" Would you please read my Abberations of a flailing mind" and critique it for me. I would appreciate it. Thanks so much. Bernard

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