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I dwell within this loneliness,
Write letters, to myself,
I try to dream, yet sleepless remain,
And so, do my dreams remain, shelved.
I take those dreams down, now and again,
To brush off the cobwebs, and dust,
Then to the shelf I return them,
To hold vigil, 'gainst mildew, and rust.
Yet still, do I go through the motions,
I pretend that the shelf isn't real.
I hide it from view, deep down inside,
Where no other may see how I feel.
Not a wholly successful endeavor,
For it seems I hide nothing so well,
I wear it all, right there on the sleeve,
Of this husk, this now empty shell.
In this life that is measured in moments,
If a life, you could call it, at all,
In this very precarious balance,
So cloose to the edge, to the fall.
But it's mine to endure, and endure it I will,
Until I decide otherwise.
I'll impose on no other, friend, family, or lover,
The decision for life, or demise.
Lest you think that my choice is not living,
As if living, in fact, were the choice,
I'd turn right around and proclaim to the world,
In a loud, and joyous voice.
But if your life were measured as mine is,
Equal parts disappointment, despair,
If your nights were spent in like fahion,
Reaching out to find nobody there.
If all of your very best efforts,
to recover, rebuild, came to naught,
If your future was just repitition,
Regardless of how hard you'd fought.
If your heart, daily, was breaking,
Yet all, all around you decried,
That happiness is just for the taking,
Un-mindful of how hard you've tried.
If you can put yourself in my shoes,
If you can, somehow, feel as I've felt,
If you can go back, to some point in your life,
And imagine this place, where I've dwelt.
Then, if you can honestly tell me,
It's that simple, in your point of view,
All that I have will to you gladly give,
Cause i'd rather, by far, be you.
Write letters, to myself,
I try to dream, yet sleepless remain,
And so, do my dreams remain, shelved.
I take those dreams down, now and again,
To brush off the cobwebs, and dust,
Then to the shelf I return them,
To hold vigil, 'gainst mildew, and rust.
Yet still, do I go through the motions,
I pretend that the shelf isn't real.
I hide it from view, deep down inside,
Where no other may see how I feel.
Not a wholly successful endeavor,
For it seems I hide nothing so well,
I wear it all, right there on the sleeve,
Of this husk, this now empty shell.
In this life that is measured in moments,
If a life, you could call it, at all,
In this very precarious balance,
So cloose to the edge, to the fall.
But it's mine to endure, and endure it I will,
Until I decide otherwise.
I'll impose on no other, friend, family, or lover,
The decision for life, or demise.
Lest you think that my choice is not living,
As if living, in fact, were the choice,
I'd turn right around and proclaim to the world,
In a loud, and joyous voice.
But if your life were measured as mine is,
Equal parts disappointment, despair,
If your nights were spent in like fahion,
Reaching out to find nobody there.
If all of your very best efforts,
to recover, rebuild, came to naught,
If your future was just repitition,
Regardless of how hard you'd fought.
If your heart, daily, was breaking,
Yet all, all around you decried,
That happiness is just for the taking,
Un-mindful of how hard you've tried.
If you can put yourself in my shoes,
If you can, somehow, feel as I've felt,
If you can go back, to some point in your life,
And imagine this place, where I've dwelt.
Then, if you can honestly tell me,
It's that simple, in your point of view,
All that I have will to you gladly give,
Cause i'd rather, by far, be you.

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Plato, I am sorry that you are feeling so much today. Your writing is beautiful and well versed but, very sad and heartfelt. I hope it feels better to get it all out there. If you need to talk I am here for you. I think that in some point in our lives we all would rather be someone else. I also think that in our lives we all have this box of dreams that is collecting dust that we get down every so often to remind us of what we did not get done. Try to load a box of what you have gotten done so far and a box of what you still have time to do.

deleted_user
Thank you again Sweet Lady. Feelin a bit down, a lot drunk, and just spillin it out here. Hope I don't bring anyone else down, not my intention.

deleted_user
No you havent brought anyone down at all. Maybe yourself but not me. A little drunk at times is okay. SOmetimes it helps us to feel when we try so hard to keep things bottled up.

deleted_user
Right again Sweetheart, bottled so much for so long. In my day-to-day life, I talk to no one face to face. Only here. And only recently. Bless you Doll.

rubyblue
oh plato my man, u are so wise

deleted_user
Well thank you dear Ruby, light of my life.

rubyblue
No thank u Plato for sharing yourself with us tonight

deleted_user
Kinda drunk, and garrolous, at the moment. But thanks Hon.

deleted_user
what a beautiful poem?? really pretty and I could understand it, and felt like I could relate.

deleted_user
Thanks insom.. 'preciate it.
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