Life's Trap.
Time to get busy living or to get busy dying.
No sense in moping about crying.
I am like a trapped animal, lashing out because of the pain.
Because I will never be the same again.
All the kindness and generosity I used to feel.
Is simply gone and no longer real.
I mourn for the loss of who I once was at one time.
And now being alive seems naught more than a crime.
You let your hopes build and climb higher.
Only to have them smashes among rocks like a shattered desire.
Hope only seems to lead to pain and sorrow.
And if you don't feel it today, then you will tomorrow.
For the pain is eternal and seems to never end.
And the wounds of the soul never seem to mend.
Time should heal all wounds, and yet these ones just fester.
Nothing lessens them, not even a kind gesture.
I live on despite the pain whether I like it or not.
For in life's trap, I am well and truly caught.
2007-01-03
07:13:50
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