The Immortal Wize
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I'm standing on the ledge outside the window
who’s going to pull me in or talk me down
the one standing behind me I call friend
I'm falling who's going to catch me
before I touch the ground
falling into the crowd I'm in a mosh pit
of my life put me down
stop tossing me around
I do not want to die
I just want to commit suicide
burn in hell before I die
so don't cry for me
I’m already dead
I just want to be free
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COMMENTS
love_supreme says: This poem has a lot of touch points between what is and what should be and what should never be at all. Good write. |
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tretre says: WOW! This poem for me was powerful, and deep. I read this poem 5 times trying to figure out what the connection was i felt while reading it. All i can say is Wow. Keep that pen movin Wize Dom! |
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xclusive says: I think we all been to that point where we feel like our back is against the wall and we want a way out. You just made it visual thru your writing. Keep the pen moving |
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Alekia Abeni says: It feels great to know that there are others that have shared the same feelings that I have contemplated. Beautiful work. |
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