January 26, 2009
In this crowd of
Pretenders, I close my eyes
And fall into myself. I
Crash steadily through
The floors of my inner secrets;
Shrinking from the monsters,
Searching for the light.
My descent increases with
Each floor, falling faster and faster.
I brush through cobwebs
Too weak to hold me and carry this heavy weight.
Not a soul enters to save
Me, and i fear what I shall
Find once I hit the bottom.

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EmotionalTendencies said...
Feb. 3, 2009 at 5:38 pm
your poem is quite sad, and it portrays a vivid image. i like it.
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