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Sharon Reese Poem
Every right a wrong, every feeling a song. Every day a night, every smile a frown, every up
and every down. Every thought an action. Every life a death. Every truth a lie. Every who
and why? Every laugh a cry. Every person a soul. Every possitive a neggative. Every vision a
sound. Talking when no one's around, speaking without a sound. Living without advice,
trusting yourself with your life. Struggling to be me, wanting them to see. Telling myself it
will be okay, knowing there is a way. Walking without a vision, seeing without sight, hearing
without sound. Being alone, when everyone's around.
Fighting so hard to move on, wanting, needing, everything to go away. Wanting the way
things were to stay. Stuck in the past, when my soul belongs in the present. The mind that
continues to wonder, the soul that will never know. The reason that we live, the people we
forgive. The life that we once lived, the heart we once gived. The thought of every day, the
hope that everything will be okay. The hiking trail without a map, the thoughts without a
gap. The love that's never gone, the hope to move on. The heart that loves too much, the
person that's empty too the touch.
Making plans of a better life, not taking actions to put them in play. Every person and the
power of what they say. Believing in God, knowing that he is the way. Going too slow, going
too fast. Staying at a place you know won't last. Empty with no soul, knowledge but no one
knows. Always going, but never gone.
Trying not to fight with all the aggression, trying not to cry from all the deppression.
Wanting to learn without a teacher, learning without a lesson. Asking without a question.
The past that won't go away, history is yesterday, the future is tomorrow. Alot of sympathy,
not enough caring. Alot of taking, not enough sharing. Alot of seeing, but no looking. Hearing
and knowing what you heard. Choices that brought you where your at. Always running in
place, staying in the same race. Holding on to the self conrol,holding on where there's no
where to go. Yelling without a voice, choosing without a choice. At the beggining but can
see the end. So much to do not enough time, too much beat, not enough rhyme. Too many
words not enough pages. So much talent, not enough stages. Too many minutes, not
enough hours. So much growing,but no knowing. Having to chase what your after, trying to
smile without laughter. Finding yourself without losing everyone else.
Copyright © Sharon Reese | Year Posted 2011
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Sharon Reese Poem
Something has come over me, it's nothing you see. It's just a feeling, that continue's killing.
What is the meaning of this feeling? NUMB! My soul feels empty, like a door without a key.
Nothing more for you to see.Who else can I be? Running around with no place to go, trying
not to lose all of my soul. Trying not to forget the things you need to remember. Trying to
forget everything ever done, trying to stay not run. Merely just existing, don't know what's
wrong just know stuff's missing. How can anyone care if they can't listen.Someone come fill
this empty hole, for it's all that I know.
I fight these feeling's in my head. They try to surface so I push them down. They only come
out when no one's around. Feeling's of lost hope, getting shot down. These feeling's that
can put you on the ground. Staying inside myself is like staying alone. Feeling something
that's gone away, knowing everything will be okay, waiting for the day. Just keep on moving
forward, not too fast, hopefully this will last. Staying sober, the way to go, this can last, it's
in my soul. Staying clean is the goal.
Get's really hard when I think of the days not long ago. The using memories consume me. It
was all I could see, but not who I wanted to be. Still trying to find me. Not sure who I am
yet. The person I was I will not ever forget. Feeling a feeling of mearly existing. Something
inside is missing. The empty feeling is still the same, it's still there. So tired of playing this
game. This feeling is still there, not ready to care, not ready to share. I have too many
problems I don't like to face, too many reasons to escape this place. The problems are
better off left unsaid.
Copyright © Sharon Reese | Year Posted 2011
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