God only knows why I'm here,
adding words to a page once bare.
It's bare as my feelings that I don't feel.
The wounds I stored away didn't really heal.
I'm sorely in shock from all the meanlingless loss.
It is all those bridges I couldn't even cross.
All the numb angish, falls on me,
as I sign myself away, in ways I didn't agree.
Blinded eyes, stuffed ears, and locked lips,
will not spare me from this mental eclipse.
I hide those words that deney me entry,
written in ink, encased in poetry.
It's just so full, I'll need another page.
Please tell me what you think
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You are awesome. It's sound just like you're trying to get something out of you.
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Hey whats going on? i need to talk to you tonight and not just about that!
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Well you know my number right? Call me. I'll just be giving out candy to whom ever comes to the door. Mewhahaha! Or freaking the crap out them... that works too....
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I'm sorry. Sometimes that is all someone can say. I hope you don't actually feel the things you've written. The page I'm hoping helps you to say what you need to say, get it out of your system.
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thanks
Thanks. I have not been writting poetry as much, and it was my source of venting, but I could not come up with a good poem to write what I had to say. So I just wrote what came to mind.
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