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Jessie Shopf Poem
When the voices are silenced
And my mind is void of the tyrants
Only then will I be free
Only then will I able breathe
As for now, I lie awake
Thinking over every mistake
Pondering life and where it ends
Not looking through a rose colored lense
Pessimism tears my fragile being
The glass neither full nor empty from what I'm seeing
But rather it is shattered
Displaying that nothing really matters
There is not life is truly important to us
This life is a vessel, like a bus
Used To take us away later in death
Only important after our last breath
For then some "being" decides
Wear it is our soul shall reside
Be it earth, heaven or hell
Someone else will toll our bell
Copyright © Jessie Shopf | Year Posted 2016
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Jessie Shopf Poem
Living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see.
If true vision is desired
Why does it plague me?
That is why am I not a dog
Free to frolic and play?
Instead I struggle and work
Making money for the bills I must pay
I did not ask to be here
To struggle my days away
Never asked for a breath to take
But still others say I'll be okay.
Copyright © Jessie Shopf | Year Posted 2016
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