<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burnt Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit alone and ponder, <br>the cards life has dealt.<br>The dreams that were dismissed, <br>for the sake of quelling nightmares.<br>A writer I am says I.<br>Who recognises the fact? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With cigarette between my fingers, <br>a hand of solitaire in front of me.<br>The chances of winning, <br>decrease with time.<br>Reluctance is a virtue, <br>which I no longer posses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cigarette is almost finished; <br>the hand in front of me has fled.<br>My depression is getting stronger.<br>What will awake my sleeping mind? <br>The sun outside might shine, <br>but the inner light is almost burnt out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 June 1981</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</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=361871" data-title="Burnt Out de David Harris" data-description="I sit alone and ponder, the cards life has dealt. The dreams that were dismissed, for the sake of quelling nightmares. A writer I am says I. Who recognises the fact? With cigarette between my fingers, a hand of solitaire in front of me. The c..."></div> </div> </div>

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