I am afflicted. My father killed himself 7/1/10 and i have not yet recovered. I know i never will. My poems come from my heart. I refuse to write without inspiration.
Caliban is a freak
He can't go to sleep
The dreams haunt him
And he embraces them
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The hardships and trial
All that defials
The one that i love
I want to shove
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The question will torture you
It will tear you apart
You may never get an answer
Even though you search endlessly
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The drink and the leaf
They call to all like me
Those who have lost
The forgotten of God
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Thoughts
What are they
Are they the ramblings of the subconscious
Or are they the hidden ideas you try to avoid
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