Poetry - Man Sitting All Alone
 

Man sitting all alone.
Weight of the
world on his
shoulders.

Takes pen.
Sheets and sheets of s*** and sheets are all
white. Tonight
he's had it with your fiscal conservatism.

Is the sun setting?
They've told this tale before.
Red suns and iron crosses.
It's morning in America.

Takes pen.
Sheets and sheets of words and numbers and lines and dots and crosses and letters and blurs.
Does anyone even understand?
Do you?

hot.

Inspirational

Thanks guys it means alot that youd say this. Im trying to write poems and one day be a poet for money! May I ask? May I ask what you think it is about??

heroin addiction

Dying, feeling, holding on,
to grasp is all thats left,
But it matters not,
For hope was never there.

The moment is the last,
enjoy it, enjoy death,
death is all thats left,
nothing mattered anyway.

Cold eyes linger,
the last sight,
until the unknown,
Death was always coming.
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decided to write this poem for some reason after reading "man sitting all alone"

surferjay i love that!!! im really glad that ive got us all talking about poetry!! :D

Poetry
the fruit of life
words rhyme
and reminds us
of what we used
to be.

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a poem about poems :D