Mixed
melting in empty thirst
the dictionary doesn't define my condition.
i search for my own words
instead i find anger and pain.
we're all dying
but i'm watching a clock
whose time never seems to change
maybe someday someone will say
"i understand you"
and then i'll know that i'm not insane.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 21, 2001.
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