Once

Some original stuff I wrote this evening, in between studying for exams.

"Once"


Is it possible to succumb
When there is nothing to pull you under?
Could I have been so blinded
And made so big a blunder?
The mind is a terrible thing,
With its tricky perceptions and games of misdirection
To waste all of these moments under false guise
Have I allowed myself to believe in my own lies?
From the pile I pull
A note from the stack of would-it-really-matter
To be promptly placed in the garbage of things-left-unsaid
Funny how all these thoughts sprint through my head

NO!
Once...these thoughts inside will be released
Once...the beggings of caution will not be appeased
This is me
This is what I do
Within
This is what I knew
Some day
It would come to this
Right now
I don’t want to miss
My aim
Is straight and true
I feel
Black and blue
I won’t
Spend another minute
Pretending
I am not deep in it

I have wanted to say this
Once
I have needed to say this
Once
I can’t believe I haven’t said this
Once
Does it really matter, even just
Once?

-Authored Sat., October 6th, 2007 by me, Nick L***

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