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I am in a world not entirely my own.

I am unable to move. Unable to speak.

The line between dreams and reality have been blurred.

Neither myself nor the one I yearn to be.

The middle ground where there is nothing, but empty thought.

Things there do not exist nor will they ever.

There is no way out. I wander to no avail.

I panic. What will I do?
Am I forever lost in this middle world?

Screams escape my throat. Frustration.

Tears stream down my face.
Sadness.

A smile plays on my lips.
Satisfaction.

The corners of my mind bind me to the things unreal.

Feelings return to my limbs. I can speak once more.

"Congratulations. You are free to go"





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thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 8:46 pm

woww---so impressive! especially the last line. such a fantastic way to end a truly great poem. youre a great writer

rate/comment on some of my work too if you'd like. keep writing!

 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 5, 2010 at 7:43 pm
I found this to be a very intriguing poem. It probably meant something different to me than you intended, but I liked it all the same. I was very surprised but the change in the poem's general plot and the last line. Who uttered those words?
 
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