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Janie Black Poem
Running in circles.
Chasing illusion.
Self medicating to stop the pain for awhile.
Shattered conceptions.
Blaring reality.
Harshness of life in the fore-most of thought.
Amplified ugliness.
Cynical motives.
People forgetting there is more to life.
Exhausted consciousness.
Forlorn existence.
Alone and abandoned with no end in sight.
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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Janie Black Poem
I looked in the mirror to be perfectly sure,
I was still standing on two legs, not on four.
To make absolutely certain the necklace I wore
Had not turned to a collar bought in a pet store.
That the itch I was scratching wasn't from fleas.
That the shirt I was wearing
didn't say Spike, Rover, or Daisy.
There seems to be some confusion
Over who and what I am.
I'm a person just like you.
Not a stray from the pound.
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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Janie Black Poem
Trying to drift
Not wanting to make waves.
Watching the deluge grow ever deeper
Submerging resolution with it's coldness
Drowning thought with it's weight.
Too tired to tread water,
Trying just to stay afloat.
Looking for something to hold onto
Being scared and all alone.
Darkness starting to take over
Knowing that I'm going down.
Held under by my numbness
Please God, I don't want to drown.
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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Janie Black Poem
My anticipation like shimmering evanescence
Over a mountain stream.
In the stillness of the dark
My senses fine tuned, straining,
So as not to mistake any whisper of movement,
Any rustle in the night.
My body tense, my eyes wide,
Serching the shadows for some glimmer of light.
I feel I've been waiting here for hours,
But only seconds have gone by.
The need to see you, touch you,
Is a physical pain.
Robbing me of the ability, to move, to think.
Causing even the shallowest breath
To be held in case I miss the Sound of your step.
As the sun begins to rise,
A single tear, like dew on a petal,
Sits on my cheek.
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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Janie Black Poem
Nothing within
Nothing without
No place to turn
Nothing but doubt
Wish I was numb
Would finish dyeing inside
There's not much left
Just want somewhere to hide
Nothing behind
Nothing ahead
Hate to see the sun rise
Feeling nothing but dread
Can't do anything right
Wish it would all go away
I'm tired of life
All the games people play
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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