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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Don't Feel Like It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky is blue and a streak of <br>Magenta hovers beneath the early morning’s sun as<br>It rises over the treetops-<br>The air is cool, crisp and invigorating, <br>Blowing as a gentle breeze through the open crack <br>In my living room window, inviting me to walk outside-<br>Today I feel no motivation-<br>Today I fear the outside world<br>Today I cannot face-<br>Inside where all I can hear is the ticking of the wall clock and<br>The sound of eerie silence interrupting<br>The voices inside of my mind that wish me ill fate-<br>Today is just another day- I know today is almost magical, <br>There is so much outside that seems to be summoning- though<br>Today I cannot venture outward.<br>I hear the gentle morning breeze rustling the barren branches upon the trees-<br>I can recall my mother’s tearful voice and her frequently spoken words<br>“I don’t feel like it.”<br>Today I don’t feel like walking amongst nature’s bounty and<br>As my tears are falling down my flushed cheeks-<br>I remember my mother and how she didn’t care-<br>She didn’t care about whether she lived or died and<br>She didn’t care if the sun was shining or hiding behind clouds of misfortune-<br>And how I so believed she did not care about me? <br>The sky is blue in the early morning as<br>A magenta cloud hovers above the rising sun-<br>I have been told to try and understand my mother’s plight and<br>To bring her back inside my memory and wish her well-<br>My mother is dead and gone and<br>I cannot bring her back in any way – too much time has passed and<br>The voices inside of my mind keep telling me- she did not care.<br>I cannot bring her back- even if she were to become an angel in heaven-<br>No matter if the sky is blue on an inviting winter day-<br>I cannot venture outside and I cannot forgive my mother-<br>Some say I need to try and forgive her before the rain takes over and<br>Washes away even memories of all of good times-<br>All I can remember are her words as I repeat them-<br>“I don’t feel like it.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudia Krizay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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It rises over the treetops-
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Blowing as a gentle breeze through the open crack 
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