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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

Just Me


 A tear cried for all the wrong reasons,
A hate that can never be forgotten,
So emtionally unstable,
The world falling apart at my feet,
I'm sliding, drowing, slipping to my knees,
The rain falling down my face,
Soaking me to my skin,
The wind lashing at my hair,
Whipping, slicing, cold... so cold,
I feel so weak from limb to limb,
I just want to lay down,
Melt away into oblivian,
Don't tramp on my forgotten self,
My mind is still there,
And the pain is increasing,
I am nothing, no one,
Just another piece of dust,
To whirl away at the next wind,
Just another feather,
To float away with the leaves,
Just another flower,
Given to a friend,
Another fish in the sea,
Eaten by it's preadtor,
I'm just another person,
In a world of growing pain,
In a society forgotten of values,
In a woom of sanity,
Slowly ebbing away,
But to never join the rest,
To die would be to join,
What sheep will be culled off next?
Do you even want to be the protector?
The sheepheard?
No, not really,
I just want to be me,
I just want to be the girl,
Forgotten, lost, enjoying her dreams,
I wish to escape from reality,
Because it's there, it's only ever there,
That i can really be me,
Lost, lost enjoying her dreams,
Lost, lost, forgotten in a past,
Unknown in the future,
I am the present,
I am me,
I am nothing,
No one,
Because I choose to be,
I chose to be,
I am to be,
I am just me...