Untitled #6

Untitled #6

A Poem by chandlerl

Oh, how I once longed, for oblivion,
the sweet encompassing pull of death.

Oh, how I once longed for that drug,
that perfect white cloud.

Oh, how I wanted to punch her in the face,
that release of tension and feeling of triumph.

Oh, how I longed for these things,
that would make some cringe.

And oh, how supremely glad I am now,
that I didn't have to deal with the aftereffects.

© 2013 chandlerl


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Added on December 18, 2013
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chandlerl
chandlerl

antioch, CA



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Ive been a writer for a long time...disspite my age...I write mostly dark...twisty stuff...with an occasional light at the end... more..

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