a never ending circle of sadness and of vicious pain a self inflicted mental torture ,a detour a fork in the road it does not matter,my life as i new it will never be the same i was a mad man that went insane i can merge the two, i was in double pain madness for the road i walked, only a fool would claim seen the path from far away and seen what it did to others some of them their life it claimed living or dead it was all still the same being obsessed choosing insanity a lonely spirit with nothing in life to gain
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
I was a wild young man that had seen a lot for my age! and the choices i made were driven by pain.
Comments (1)
It's nice to see The Alternative Life from the other side, through a poem that ends the circle of sadness and of vicious pain.