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Waisted Years
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 11-28-2003


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
Okay, I don't like this poem AT ALL. But hey...at least I actually did it...the first letter of every line, and the last letter of every line, spell something. It sucked writing it. I need to start paying attention in my philosoph class. v.v;;;;




~Title~
"As My Mind can exist without a body
My body can't exist without my mind."


As it seems so worthless to to study this hedonism
Some question pushes itself upon me slowly
My body, it reasons, can't move when my brain is numb,
Yielding control to its need to let go.
Mistaken I may be by coming to this end,
I feel a need to study this fake reality,
Now it seems my mind survives a numb body without a panic,
Drunken on thought, I continue to study this area.
Ceaslessly, I begin to demand what is after the death of sin?
Abstract question it may be, yet calling upon thought.
No answer lies in sight, but I have to find it this time,
Even though many have said their answers, all controversial as Marx.
X marking the spot where the truth could exist, I
in place of panic calmly pick through the lies,
Stopping when a hint of truth shines forth a bit,
Though the question still unanswered, no matter what I saw.
With the mystery of death lingering like an unanswered "hi"
Inebriated in this pondering, I never hear through the thought,
Taking over my brain, a fear grinning at me with mirth
Haunting and laughing, I never realize the years go,
Opaque are the answers I find, still no truth I can provide you,
Under such circumstances, no real evidence, nothing but endless thought.
Trashing my precious years to study an empty paradigm,
As it seems through my life, however hard I try,
Behind a dark curtain, death watches my minutes grow slim,
Obsessing though, I forgot that life did lie before me while I,
Decidedly fearful and sad and facing death with that grin,
Years waisted, I realized, on a question answered only in the end.




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