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Updated on June 15, 2010

Quiet, still, dark, and real

Hushed, silenced, pushed and pulled

Emotions quiver with unanticipated motion

Knowing less than ever before

Where's it going? Where's it end?

It's inevitable that we start again

Always in motion, cyclical in scope,

Wondering why people turn to dope


Unseen, unheard, unwanted, unlearned

Emotions arrive and people don't know

where exactly they should go


Friends and family await the show

wondering when you will let go

your emotions wrapped in uncertain thoughts

It's a real uncomfortable place to be caught


Thought it was over - time and again

Seems to reappear with the rain

She haunts my thoughts- whether I want her to or not

whenever I see her I feel put on the spot


"How's it going?", "How you've been?"

Same stupid conversation again and again

When's it over? When's it end?

All I wanted was to be her friend


She's the one to show me the things I didn't need to see,

Noe I have lost my ability to be free,

for so lost in the act I cannot be me, when all along I really liked being me,

she showed me a way without light, now I fight hard to get back my life


Into the abyss of lethargic thought, my fight for freedom may all be for naught,

Lost in the mist or a fog, my mind wasted, actually its been robbed

It used to be mine and now its not, I gave it away when I began smoking pot


It kinda creeped up on me when I had been fried

The way I was living was a total lie,

I lived in the moment not for the day

I have since learned there's a better way


Life in the dark isn't very fun,

It's not going to be when you sleep with the sight of the sun

The darkness only fades when you realize you don't need to run

Sometimes we only have room in our hearts for one


Decisions are made based on our thoughts,

kids turn to drugs because there's a thrill of getting caught,

Once we tangle in a woven web, there are limited thoughts in our heads,

All because a girl showed me how to smoke pot..,...


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    • Enigmatic Me profile image

      7 years ago from East Coast Canada


      Yes...muted colors of our lives, seen through bloodshot eyes. Glad you can connect. Thanks for your comment.

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      Justine76 7 years ago

      Ah, that fog. It starts out so comforting and an easy way to escape. It sure can dull pain, but it has a way of making you loose the colours and joy of things too.

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      8 years ago from East Coast Canada


      Yes it is hard to serve others when we need the same self service.

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      Rose West 8 years ago from Michigan

      I like the line "Sometimes we only have room in our hearts for one". Nobody can serve two masters. Thanks for sharing!