Here I sit alone at heart

My soul twisted and agonized

My mind on fire with perceptions real and maybe unreal

The burden of life has become to much for me

Its weight does crush my spine

None of you would allow an animal to suffer so

Would not one, just one friend step forward and put an end to my misery that is life?

I pray a hundred times each day that my next breath will be my last

The answer has yet to be yea for after each prayer my lungs do fill again

You misspelled the word "to" in the fourth line and is that supposed to be a "yes" instead of "yea" in the last line?

What is this poem saying? Maybe that if you keep praying that you won't die since your lungs fill again after each prayer or is it that you want to die really and your bummed that the one thing that doesn't fail you is the one thing that keeps you alive? What? What are you saying with this poem???

Oh yeah....welcome to the forum. We hope you enjoy your stay.

You are quick to not the grammar errors and yet you still credit me with a poem that is not.

I almost smiled.

Where is Dr. C when needed?

A Counter Poem for Youth in Asia

Here I sit alone and fart
My hole fisted and agonized
My ass on fire with unreal tournament
And spicy burritos.
I keep yelling "monsterbone"
And yet my spine is not the victim
But my ass. I know all the old-timers,
And am a prized member of the SRA community?
What skanky name issues yet from your lungs?

Humbly,
Mahatma!

Meet us in the arena and we can end it in a barrage of missles
with respect of course 8)

mmmmmmmmmmmm..........yeah.....nice meeting you too!

Lotus :twisted: :twisted: