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Cutting off PointI can feel the fear, and exuberance When my eyes open The first rays of light in the morning Like a child opening it's eyes for the first time, Then the fear and pain sets in My body becomes like a birch To be beaten with And be soaked in blood, Twenty four years is a lifetime Which I have to endure day after day And this mental torture Is an endless whipping! I long for escapism into sanity Where, as I remember, There is joy, laughter and the sky is multicolored, But ones longing can become an obsession Which can lead to greater madness Therefore that's when it arrives... One can take it no more. One can only carry that burden so long There comes a point of no return A CUTTING OFF POINT - B... Written 2005 Copywriter UK 2005 See authors stories on>>http://storypen.com/fromtheheart1 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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