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After They Are Gone
i am trapped, alone
in mind and body
my skin is unraveling
and i am bursting out
i am bigger
than these bones
i am caged in
with these thoughts
that do not care
to ever stop
they go, go, go
and i do nothing but feel it
and i have started to perceive
this solitude
and shake sweating, trembling hands with it
and it’s fingers are constantly cold
wind hollows my bones
and makes my skeleton quiver
the voice in my head is so loud
so quick
that it has become quiet
and i start to see
that i will not ever grace another’s mind
and feel their silence
everything i’ve seen
everyone i’ve met
everything i will see
everyone i will meet
is fleeting
and dancing
embers
spiraling into lonely skies
dying stars
giving white hot light
long after they are gone
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The purpose of this poem, well, I couldn't tell you. A lot (most) of my writing is in the gray area of here and there, so it's fairly difficult to define. This poem was mainly the product of nostalgia at one in the morning, depressing thoughts, and excessive amounts of ice cream. The lost, wandering, and broken thoughts in my head all combined for this piece, I suppose, like dying stars in a constellation.