Reflections of My Perceptions
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i'm way down; by my thoughts weighed down
on days like these, the sun may as well stay down
the horizon is blackened, the future greyed out
yet there are no clouds left, for my skies are rained out
thus there is no hope of me washing this stain out
i wish to run off, yet i am completely drained out
my energy's spent, i'm burnt out, my flame's out
in search of change, yet i find myself on the same route
if i had a gun in hand maybe i'd blow my brains out
but instead I grab a pen, take a breath and pull a page out
with the hope that by sharing i can let my pain out
so i closed my eyes, opened my mind and this poem came out
on days like these, the sun may as well stay down
the horizon is blackened, the future greyed out
yet there are no clouds left, for my skies are rained out
thus there is no hope of me washing this stain out
i wish to run off, yet i am completely drained out
my energy's spent, i'm burnt out, my flame's out
in search of change, yet i find myself on the same route
if i had a gun in hand maybe i'd blow my brains out
but instead I grab a pen, take a breath and pull a page out
with the hope that by sharing i can let my pain out
so i closed my eyes, opened my mind and this poem came out
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