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A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith

Hands reaching for the light,
Shadows tugging at the toes.
Always in between the battles.
Always the Libra sharing both sides of the mind flow.

Itching for deliverance,
Itching to grow,
Striving to do the best, 
Yet it is me that I do not know.

Who am I?
What will become of this?
Who will I be tomorrow?
Will I even exist?

who knows....

Waking dreamless sleep.
Sleeping in dreams awake.
Which is real?
Which is fake?

Taught to feel,
Programmed to betray,
Caught in the act,
What can I say?

Led to the slaughter,
Collar on tight,
A peek of the leader,
& I saw it was I.

Ill-informed emotions,
Sole hysteria bites,
Always being pulled between them both,
The dark & the light....

© 2012 Christopher Michael Smith


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Added on June 25, 2012
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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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