Happy Dawg's - The Writer's Block

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The Writer's Block - Poetry Set I

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The Writer's Block

My Cross

I bear my cross
I bear my soul
Heavy, laden with guilt,
I bare my skin against the cold
To brave the splinters
To rival the wind.

Come sink with me
I scream
Come down with the weight
I cry
Nobody told me
I just broke myself free

So why do I feel laden?
Why do I feel lost?
My lights have waned
My roads have ended
My days have waxed weary.

Cry the pain
Kill the madness
Make it stop
But this cross bears on me.
Bares my soul.
I'm barely standing up.

-JMSgambelluri

Escape

Look at the razor she held against my throat
Look at the glare she gave me from over there
Tearing my strands apart
Making me guilty of who I am

Look at the shell I put myself in
It's nice and pretty like I've always been
Away from the darkness, I propel myself
Into a room with no windows.

I'm hiding here now, you can't see me
I don't answer to you or anyone
But then my escape from everything
Comes to my aid and to my disadvantage

I start panting, I finish lost
Breathing the sickness through my blood
I lay here in no triumph
My bile boils from my stomach

Save me from my own solitary
Please save me from my own damnation
Powerless I am, unmanageable I have become
Strength I hope to find in my weakness.

-JMSgambelluri

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