Its dark in the room, The feelings are empty
The crack on the wall is small
Little
by
little
As we age together the crack spreads the wall further
and
f u r t h e r
I feel lost and my life is a puzzle
As I grow older with each loss, another piece feels missing
When I die will you still recognize who I was?
The room is dark, the wax is low as the light once there is gone
Deadly silent, no sound or smell as my senses are lost,
Who I am is not who I was, nor is it who I really am,
The air is dead, the room is cold, and my life is yet to find a spark
Happy....no
Sad....no
Angry....no
This hole that I stepped in sends me
falling.....
falling......
falling......
Author notes
I dont know what this is lol, i was in a creative mood, maybe you'll understand it lol!
Written January 23rd, 2006
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Great piece, liked how you incorporated the movement/feeling of the words into it. Captures the confusion.
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Cool poem. I like the way you've structured it, makes it more interesting
good work
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hey cool poem
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great
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great!
that was cool. i loved how you wrote it and separated the word further. i thought that was really awesome. i really enjoyed ready that. made me feel lsot in your world for a moment. captured me. great write!
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