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Date Posted: 21:10:59 01/29/01 Mon
Author: Tim
Subject: Untitled

I just got an idea for a poem a minute ago.. I'm really new at this, but I'm going to try to write it now anyway.. e-mail me if you have any comments please...

Walking down a dark tunnel,
There are many paths to walk.
I see a dim light at the end of one path,
But that path is difficult, and long.

I look all around.
The other paths have only dark, they are tight and uncomfortable - but easy.
Reaching the light is a challenge.
Is it worth it?

Why bother anyway?
I've been cast into this deep, dark cave by those who hate me.
Feelings of hate rise up within me,

Hate.
Anger.
Resentment.
Fear.

I am afraid in this tunnel.

I think.
Where will I go?
What can I do?
How could I reach the light?

But then I remember I am hating, and I pull back into the darkness.. I let the darkness surround me, and I welcome it, and the feelings of hatred it brings.

I fumble in my pocket, and I find my knife.
"No, not yet" I tell myself
I want to live in this hate,
It fulfills me.

When hate is all that's left, you run out of choices.
I turn my back on the light.
I open my knife.

People around me are crying,
Proclaiming it a pity.
After a week, I am forgotten, except by a few who were close to me.
And those that I hated.
They will never forget me.

Those that I loved.
And those that I hated.

Tim Lester - Jan. 30, 2001 - Age 16

OK... So that wasn't extremely fluent, but as I said I'm new at this... Just based on some bent up feelings I have inside me right now.. I have a girlfriend who I am madly in love with, and who loves me. However, my family is being very repressive, and I have no idea why I'm telling this to people on the Internet.. And the suicide stuff - don't worry about me, sure I've had the thoughts, but I won't actually do anything - Please e-mail me with thoughts:

my_creatively_named_address@hotmail.com

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