Hidden in that dusty corner of the room
I sat, my mind wandering in all directions
I'm alone, dwelling within myself as you can assume
my thoughts swirling, with nothing but reflections
I have been sitting there for hours, crying
the room is silent except for my sobs, and the voices
talking, screaming in my head, prying
into my thoughts, into all my choices
The dust is gathering as each moment passes now
all my sanity lost in an endless maze of pain
my blood running through no matter how
much I try to breathe calmly, I am insane
With no one to turn to, no one to see
no one but myself in the mirror, alone
tearing at my brain, trying to be
silent, without the voices, without the moans
A contest entry
- What does it mean to be ALONE? by WhenWillsCollide.
575 points, ended May 30, 2007, 60 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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INSANITY!
tahts what life for me is all about
I very much enjoyed htis piece. it really says alot about how you must be feeling/ have felt. the poem flowed nicely and the use of spacing and lining of words was affective- it kept my attetnion and made me thirst for more.
"The dust is gathering as each moment passes now
all my sanity lost in an endless maze of pain
my blood running through no matter how
much I try to breathe calmly, I am insane"
this was my favorite stanza because you openly admitt to being insane! that maeks you even more insane! very hearfelt...truely...
well done!
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Such inward termoil
Very graphic read indeed, you totally succeeded in drawing me into this one. Good style & rhyme. I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing this one with us. If true I'm sure it was hard to write.
~Ron~
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