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A Poem by Breezie Kae

I built up some walls
made up of cement;
one blocks out the past
and the other, the future.

Worrying for the past
always made the present suffer,
so I best not think of that.

But hoping for the future
always let me down.

So I blocked myself out.

I couldn't trust myself
with my own memories.

I couldn't trust to be hopeful,
because some days are dark,
and that would knock me down.

I left myself outside
of my very own mind;
left myself senseless
and left myself gone.

© 2010 Breezie Kae

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this is deep, but it some ways i could relate to blocking yourself from the past and present, i loved this.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on August 7, 2010
Last Updated on August 7, 2010