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Fragility of Mind

Sifting away to the outer world;
alone and losing, while feeling nothing
but everything that brings her suffering.
She fails to recall, fails to receive
and overall, she fails to simply be
anything of everything that has been set for her.
Her expectations have eroded and slipped from her fingers--
her grip is dry and motionless; no energy to thrive.
She lives in her past, and tries to diverge,
but she's stricken on pain, and cannot fight the urge
to gouge out her pain, to slice it away,
and bleed for the night, wrapped up in dismay.

Author notes

fuck this shit.
not my style, it sucks.
i can't express anything anymore.
i can't write, i can't think, i can't feel.
lskdhfhlhsjdfhs
Written June 3rd, 2006

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  • MourningCloak
    September 17, 2006
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    I really like your image in the 7th line. The word "eroded" makes it very vivid. I know how you feel to not be able to write anything. I get so frustrated because nothing turns out the way I want it to. Just wanted to let you know you're not the only one.


  • Empath
    June 3, 2006
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    Very emotional, i hope that you will be ok. Such words cause me longing to help everyone who feels this way, but alas i sometimes can't even save myself. Good poem.
    Empath


  • Night Hope gold member
    June 3, 2006
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    "...Her expectations have eroded and slipped from her fingers--her grip is dry and motionless; no energy to thrive..." Sighhh... I'm sorry you're achin' so hard & deep, my beautiful Friend...I'm sorry we haven't talked lately...My 'puter is fried & I haven't been here much or often lately; I'm workin' on gettin' another one...withdrawals, don'tcha know... Jen, keep writing, Sweetie...even if you don't like it, it's good to vent through your words...works for me, my Friend...there are no holes in my walls & my china remains intact...You know I love ya, Lady...I hope the sun shines brighter for ya soon...& that moonlight eases the shadows from your Heart...You're a glorious Soul, Jen...always have been, always will be... Wanda

  • Tranquil Serenity
    June 3, 2006
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    This was such a good poem i really liked the emotion and the thoughts that were coming through. you are a great writer. . . keep writting!