Words that are spoken
That is without a dream
As the shadow crept before me
Luring my pass as is seems
I felt the pain, as it became sore
Inside there is no more
Not a soul of a feeling of happiness
Not a word that shone a smiling face
As each breath I take upon myself
Is a silent scream, from the mercy of pain
Upon the desert of no other people can feel
Of which are illusions and what are real
Believe upon the cold intensions
You were never once there in my heart
I wish that day, that I will never have met you
Wishing you a goodbye once more
Author notes
This is a feeling that I had last year, when I was so depressed.
Depression has always been my muse into writting poetry, and thus now this is what I have written. I know it's not like my other poetry, but as simple as it may seems, this is how I once felt.
If there is anything you find that you want me to improve, I shall have a look at it again and see what it needs changing.
I know it's a crabby poem.
Thank you for reading.
A contest entry
- Muse? Who Are You? by Ladybug.
700 points, ended January 28, 2007, 14 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I liked this.
My favorite stanza was:
"As each breath I take upon myself
Is a silent scream, from the mercy of pain
Upon the desert of no other people can feel
Of which are illusions and what are real."
Keep it up! -
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Thank you for taking your time in reading.
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find that peace withing that stills your heart and knows
you will see past this and find the muse that instills
happiness and bliss.
thanks for your entry
Tamara
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Nice poem. I think the first line needs to say "words that are spoken" instead of "words that is spoken". Nice poem though!
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