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Random Poem:

Delusions
MJT13

The coffin’s cushions are soft under me
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All my old play things have escaped from me
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This claustrophobic box of wood sets me free
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I’m lying here, sensing the completion of my destiny
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I do feel anguish—after all it’s all done
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Does anyone care, now that I’m gone?
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I’ll never forget that my fate was this one
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Nothing but rest here and lie under this tombstone
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The descriptions I’d make of myself couldn’t compare
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To those of the ones I left behind and was born to share
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I shall not say or declare it’s not fair
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I’ve been saved from my world’s end—I have been spared
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The smell of smoke fills my housing
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I feel the box heating up and hear muffled speaking
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“Is that me?” I find myself foolishly thinking
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I can still hear my voice, in my head it’s ringing
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The white flames boil my skin, blazing hot
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Why do I feel this pain when I’ve started to rot?
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But then realization strikes me, writhing through me in a shot
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I breath in dirty air, suffocating—I am dead not!
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I claw at the hard wood, gasping for strength
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It is strong and I cannot grasp a breath
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My lungs are breaking down, my heart at full stretch
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It’s beating so hard, cracking my chest
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A spear of fear smacks me and I break loose a cry
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I don’t want to suffer this, I don’t want to die!
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And then my wood cage cracks, sneaking in light
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And I meet a smile that shimmers so bright
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A pair of strong arms snake around me
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So gentle and careful, my tears stop abruptly
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I blink my eyes clear and I can, at last, see
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I then recognize I’ve walked into a dream
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My mother is there, and so is my father
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And my sister, too, and so I spot my brother
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Everyone I love has come here to gather
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I hate to see them crying, shaking with shudders
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And suddenly I awake with wet dripping eyes
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My mother approaches, stifling my cries
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“What’s the matter?” she says, and my heart swells in size
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I then relay the nightmare of my fake demise
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