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Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 22, 2007 4:25:58 GMT -6
Depression
The music stopped, it wasn't my choosing, The brain chatter cropped before it was through Exploring your beauty, now bemusing How feelings intense can be misconstrued. Now wordless, joyless days stretch before me, No fire, no chill, no end to the pain, My desp'rate soul in angst does implore me, "Relinquish your tears, now let's love again." But no, this tedious path continues From which I wish I would wake or retire, The unspeakable choice offers venues For ending the voice's clamoring ire. So on my knees now in darkest despair In my most humble voice..."What hope is there?"
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 23, 2007 4:14:16 GMT -6
Sorry for letting this sonnet end on such a hopeless note I'm usually a pretty upbeat guy To set the mood for this poem I uncorked and drank a bottle of Unrequited Love, 1977 vintage It wasn't fun going down, but at least now the bottle is empty ;D
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Post by DavidMc on Jun 23, 2007 4:32:13 GMT -6
No need to apologize Sir... Depression is something I am also prone to, and the release through poetry is always good therapy ;D
Excellent write my friend. I am enjoying reading you very much.
David
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Post by anirbas on Jun 24, 2007 1:40:20 GMT -6
Rdrnnr: I totally concure with what the Chief said. Couldn't have said it better, so I choose to concur...LOL...Take care, Nir.
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 24, 2007 4:06:53 GMT -6
Thanks for your comments David and Nir, but especially thanks for keeping things going on this poetry site. I am really having a blast reading everybody's writing! RR3
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Post by anirbas on Jun 25, 2007 4:00:32 GMT -6
Thank you, very much for saying that, Roadrunner!!!! You just added to a day already filled with familial enjoyment and sent me off with a smile on my face!!!! David and I enjoy keeping this place up and running for all of you and for ourselves, as well. But, it's always nice to get feedback on the place...Thanks millions!!!!!!! Sabrina.
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