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by Dean Zelikovsky
Total disgrace.
Feeling Unborn,
Nothing to morn.
Rigorous appeal,
For a brand new deal.
Infinite pain,
Spiritually insane.
Telling the self,
How not to doubt.
Finding myself,
Who am I?
Trying to let go,
But what do I know?
Reaching defined,
Deep inside.
Rip off my skin,
Hurts within.
Pluck out my eyes,
No Disguise.
Cut off my head,
A walk like the dead.
Hide the truth,
Cover the roof.
Give all I can,
Happily on demand.
What is left,
Is this a test?
Broken in defeat,
No will to cheat.
Awareness and knowledge,
Nothing like college.
Giftedly Cursed,
Nothing from Earth.
Pretending I don’t care,
My Demons then Stare.
Countless dimensions within myself,
Misunderstood moments of Health.
Room full of People,
Yet all alone.
Same old story,
Already been told.
CAN handle the pain,
but NOT the fear.
It tells me lies,
I ought not to hear.
Breaking the cycle,
My destination and goal.
How will I do it…
Where will it go?
This is for sure…
I do not know.
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I wrote this in Maui June 2008 at night on the Water…
laying on my back staring into the stars. Perhaps, I was having a “bad day.”
DOUBT
by Dean Zelikovsky
Total disgrace.
Feeling Unborn,
Nothing to morn.
Rigorous appeal,
For a brand new deal.
Infinite pain,
Spiritually insane.
Telling the self,
How not to doubt.
Finding myself,
Who am I?
Trying to let go,
But what do I know?
Reaching defined,
Deep inside.
Rip off my skin,
Hurts within.
Pluck out my eyes,
No Disguise.
Cut off my head,
A walk like the dead.
Hide the truth,
Cover the roof.
Give all I can,
Happily on demand.
What is left,
Is this a test?
Broken in defeat,
No will to cheat.
Awareness and knowledge,
Nothing like college.
Giftedly Cursed,
Nothing from Earth.
Pretending I don’t care,
My Demons then Stare.
Countless dimensions within myself,
Misunderstood moments of Health.
Room full of People,
Yet all alone.
Same old story,
Already been told.
CAN handle the pain,
but NOT the fear.
It tells me lies,
I ought not to hear.
Breaking the cycle,
My destination and goal.
How will I do it…
Where will it go?
This is for sure…
I do not know.
——————–
————————–——-
I wrote this in Maui June 2008 at night on the Water…
laying on my back staring into the stars.
