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Hopeful Recovery

I stir from my sleep the feelings are there

As I draw my morning breath my minds in despair

The gnawing and the clawing on my guts they take revenge

These demons that haunt me they never seem to lend

To lend respite to my dilemma

They just burn like glowing embers

Taking over my mind it feels so never ending

As I go on pretending and pretending

Pretending that I'm trying when inside I feel I'm dying

I long for the day when I awake at peace

And look forward to my life without you

Without your mind games which have played havoc with my soul

And I can strive to make happiness my goal... 

◄ Freedom of the Butterfly

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 8th Jul 2010 06:11

Well Rodney, the poem is about something we can all relate too. I wonder if you ever write anything positive? If you can't have constructive criticism (which is a very useful thing) I'd keep my trap shut.

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Rodney Wood

Wed 18th Nov 2009 22:20

Plods along in it's self obsessed way.

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