<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Friends Within The Darkness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can remember starving in a <br>small room in a strange city <br>shades pulled down, listening to <br>classical music <br>I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife <br>inside <br>because there was no alternative except to hide as long <br>as possible-- <br>not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: <br>trying to connect. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, <br>Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and <br>they were dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into <br>the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and <br>monotonous <br>jobs <br>by strange men behind desks <br>men without eyes men without faces <br>who would take away my hours <br>break them <br>piss on them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now I work for the editors the readers the <br>critics </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but still hang around and drink with <br>Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the <br>Bee <br>some buddies <br>some men <br>sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone <br>are the dead <br>rattling the walls <br>that close us in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354599" data-title="Friends Within The Darkness de Charles Bukowski" data-description="I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible-- not in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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