Thermal loss from frost accumulation,
Internal gloss strums across your frame,
Your frazzled brain lets in strains on humiliation.
You drop temptation all the while stains of pain.
Life stays the same and the mental game of gain is lost,
Forever tossed in normal fixation,
Forced upon renovation of the brain caused my cross.
Endeavor glossed for formal dictation.
Your cubicle is decorated and you know your still stuck,
Ill kill before the thrill of life is distant,
Its crucial to stay obligated when deaths abrupt.
Death to me is accepted and i stay indifferent.
My history is dead yet here i am
The light in the world seems to be broken
Condensation decays and i drowned where i stand
How long will the door of life stay open?
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TRUE self reflection in poetry is a difficult task my dear, but you have done it again with ease. this poem tells so much about a side of ones self they normally hide. to be at peace with what and who you are is a wonderful feeling to have, yet so hard to grasp by most. i am loving the message of acceptance, not just of the end, but of who you are. although i personally am left with a sense of sadness from the piece, i do believe others with be able to find it uplifting that you are able to take all these thoughts with grace and still hold your head up high.. just waiting for life to begin. excellent work babe. that last stanza was beautiul.[p.s. you have a lot more warmth and heart in there than you think.. otherwise you would be able to create such beautiful things... i love you]
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