October 21, 2011
By , Glendale, WI
The world is spinning spinning spinning
Lies, confusion, gossip, pain twisting in a mirage of colors
The voices echo around me, swallowing me whole
Sight blurs, speech slurs, touch is no longer comprehensible
Until it comes crushing down with a cold, hard, thud
And rain begins to fall on me
Cleansing me, making me new
The face of reality in front of me
And the mask of sorrow far behind me
An open road to travel through life

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PackerFan12 said...
Nov. 6, 2011 at 3:37 pm
I love writing poetry plz let me know what u think of this poem positive or negative!
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