Poet of the River Poems

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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A single blade of grass,
Sways in the evening wind.
For it is the last one standing,
The rest have started to bend.
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Oh tree, Oh tree,
Were art thee?
I am here in my room,
Can you see me?
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who knew playing with a gun could do so much?
I told them I would do it, but my words didn't seem to touch.
I hear them say I won't.
I hear them clap,
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Ultimately its my choice,
my call, my voice.
my final decision,
to pull away,
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I'm holding the knife,
i do not stall.
I'll end my life.
Let the blood fall.
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I sometimes fantasize,
ending my life of pain and lies,
i look down only to realize,
my gun is out of bullets,
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