September 29, 2010
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Lost in a world of my own confusion
Searching for the answers but I keep losing
Nothing is truly ever at it seems
Something is flying over head, I see its beams
Lift me up, to the place in the sky
Remove my fears and my questions why.
I go through each day with a smile on my face
By-standers unaware of the pain in my place.
I hold my head high I walk straight and tall
So therefore I don’t see the ground break, and I fall
I lay on the ground, hugging my knees
Struggling to wipe the blood, begging please
Please let me go, let me see the light
My arms cant swing anymore, i'll lose this fight
I close my eyes and the darkness pulls me down
I keep falling, but i'm not reaching the ground
Floating in the abyss I have time to think
I think of what got me here and I start creating links
Do you remember that day, when you said what you did?
I cried all night, and in my closet I hid.
My heart was breaking you opened a wound
My stomach was churning, my mind began to swoon
Now each time that day comes to mind
I look deep inside and what do I find?

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xomonsterbabyxo said...
Oct. 13, 2010 at 10:46 am
thank you for your feedback, it means alot to me. And yes, i have recovered qite well from that particular day:) Again, thanks for the comment
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 11, 2010 at 11:54 am
This is a very complicated poem, my dear Monsterbaby. It emanates a feeling of bewilderment and desperation, like many I've read. But this one does a great job of describing the emotions. The word 'nothing' finished off the poem nicely.
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 11, 2010 at 11:55 am
It's wonderful that you let your finger 'speak for your heart.' That's a great way to discover things in your heart that your mind can't uncover. I hope you've recovered from the feelings of that particular day. So long.
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