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Rambling Poet Poem
I see the sun rise
Today the same thing transpires
I see the sun set
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Rambling Poet Poem
I don't have a brain.
I have brain soup.
I can't think.
I can't feel.
I can't hear.
I can't sleep.
I don't remember anything good.
Who are my friends?
What do I like to do for fun?
Where do I call home?
I can only remember pain.
Everything I say comes out as word salad.
Gibberish.
Nonsense.
Hogwash.
Few can understand me.
Those who do wish not to.
I am a machine with a missing bolt.
Each crazy, contorted, clunky motion further damages me.
More motion, more damage.
More damage, more crazy.
More crazy, more damage.
A toilet bowl of doom.
Spiraling.
Down.
Down!
DOWN!
Faster.
Faster!
FASTER!
Until I am amongst the waste of the world.
I guess it also means I feel no pain.
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Rambling Poet Poem
Ah, Sunset.
The sun sinks slowly behind the horizon.
As it falls, it crumbles walls.
The walls that separate worlds.
Freedom.
Happiness.
My love.
They waited for me.
She waited for me.
I leave it all behind.
Pain.
Stress.
Work.
Hate.
None of it is here.
Sunrise.
Desestructive, disruptave, draining, demoralizing, disgusting, dirty.
Dragging me back.
I have to say goodbye.
I hate to say goodbye.
Tears streaming down her face.
I must leave this place.
The rays of sunlight peak in.
Dig in to my skin.
I try to tell people why.
There lies a hollow look within my eye.
"Nice story, kid."
Story.
Story?
Story?!?!
Stories have an purpose.
East West the sun goes.
The day burns.
The night with moonlight glows.
The walls crumble and let me in.
I am only there to be dragged out again.
Why?
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