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Angel of Suicide

I

The angel of suicide

Wonders who deserves to die

Those who cried or those who tried?

Maybe those who fought, or those who sought after you

 

If I dare to say you are worthy

Would you curse or praise?

Would you stop and think?

Think of me?

Think of you, and your family?

 

Who am I

To say that they

Deserve to see you die?

To put them through all the pain and shame

While you are set free?

 

I

The angel of suicide

Wonders who deserves to see you die?

Those who will cry or those who didn’t even try?

Maybe those who would’ve fought, or sought after you.

 

Who am I?

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I won't be able to write a poem

about health care companies.

Because I'm writing a poem about stealing.

Not about how those companies work

or how the CEO's live off those denied.

You wouldn't steal from

a health care company.

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Simple days have passed me by,

the simple ways have dried and died.

The short and sweet,

is sour and black,

the road ahead,

is turning back.

 

I crossed the line,

then I grabbed a pen,

and I drew 10 lines,

so I could cross all 10...

 

I kept moving forward,

until time's end.

where Death is the beginning,

of the beginning and the end.

And as the straight and narrow

was beginning to bend,

I suddenly knew,

but couldn't comprehend.

 

 

This is just reviting, honestly the middle secition made sense to me on a level for somereason?

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Ehhh not my favorite I've written but thought I would share..

 

SATISFACTION

 

I am, overly abundant in a sense that I am more found when I am lost.

I can’t seem to find my way back to, the sanity that was so necessary. The me that once flowed eloquently through the hard bass and entrancing melodic keys.

But I am… Fluid

I do form to fit the FREE WORLD in an effortless rage, crashing wave after wave of my skill and grace to the path that was chosen by me.

Preventing return with a sturdy force field made of once again hard bass and entrancing melodic keys.

2 steps this way followed by smooth weaves and wrap combinations, and my quest begins to end with

SATISFACTION

 

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