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RestlessWaking up in the middle of night screaming
From nightmares of dying and nightmares of living
Feels like you're on fire
Can't put out the fire
It's time to dive into the fire
You're suffocating, but afraid
To open the window and let the storm in
Don't you wish
Don't you ever wish
You could just spread your wings and fly away?
Don't you think
Don't you ever think
It doesn't matter where you go
As long as you go there all the way?
Let it all shatter, let it break like glass
Cutting your skin, tearing you apart
Revealing all that's hidden inside
Let it flow
Let it all flow out
Seeing your reflection in a revolving door
Pale and faint like a ghost
Of past too quickly gone
Of present forever put on hold
Of future that's always the same
You're withering, but afraid
To let it go and let the future begin
Don't you feel
Don't you ever feel
Your life slipping through your fingers like sand?
Don't you fear
Don't you ever fear
All that's waiting for you in the end
Is a grave dug with your own hands
They only speak when I can't hear
Disguise themselves as wind, raindrops, fire hissing
The flame goes out with the sound of
Screeching door in a haunted house
Fearfully I'm waiting
For all of us to die
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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