Is there a place for us shadows to rest?
Forever in some beautiful promise land
Where we can breath fresh, clean air
And dive into the arms of some great being
Where all our fantasies of love, understanding and touch
Can be painted in our own reality?
I loath the dark, yet it is my mind,
My spirit, my essence-
We are a single dissapointing breath
Alone we slip out of God's lungs
Out into some evil, twisting spiral of shit luck and karma
That we call life or the world-either one is accurate
To some awfully true point
Author notes
This poem is for a film I'm writing inspired by Fyodor Dostoyevsky's "Notes From Undergound".
Please tell me what you think
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it was ok
I did like this poem. It was very well written... But Its hard to understand. I like the second half of the poem.. It almost sounds like it was written by two different people... My favorite line would have to be "I loath the dark, yet it is my mind," Very well written.
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