Poet of the River Poems

This pain I bare is my regret,
My pain continually dealt,
On pain, my mind is set,
I've lost all the comfort I've felt,
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If you think that you are sane,
you should know that life is pain.
And in that pain we have to choose,
most of us seem to lose.
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Should i do it?
Should i try?
just put the gun in my mouth,
Pull the trigger and die?
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I hope for the best.
but get the worst.
its not simple life.
its a curse.
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i would do it.
i wouldn't cry.

tell me,
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I do go kinda crazy when i here a symbol of that perfect pitch,
the one that sounds like a gun firing,
in between my lips,
I know the moment the trigger begins to bend,
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I have the gun,
It's against my head,
One RIGHT move,
and ill be dead,
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I laugh to keep my thoughts at bay,
yet every night and every day,
they pick me up and drag me away.
I try to break free from the misery in me,
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I dream a world of excavation,
In to it my mind is taken,
Thru the horrors of my past,
I lye calmly in bed,
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The wind of confusion blow's through the trees of deceit.
Shrouded in a pain of misery, anguish, and blistering heat.
Like a captain on the ocean controlling his vast aquatic fleet,
When comes a sudden horror they cannot defeat.
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