I am not here,
You cannot see me,
Tucked away in my cruel little world.
I am invisible to all but two,
And they are not you.
I cannot speak,
For my words are void.
You ignore them while,
They follow you like shadows,
To all but my two.
I am deaf
To all your words.
Just as you cannot hear me,
I cannot hear you.
Hearing only silence except from my two.
I cannot smell,
The roses in your garden,
Just as you cannot smell
The terror rolling off my dirty clothes,
For you are not my two.
I am not felt
By the wind rustling though your hair.
If the wind cannot feel me
Then why should you
Except for my wonderful two.
I am not real, you see
Because I do not wish to be.
I will not be seen, or speak or hear, nor smelt or felt.
I am nothing to all but my two,
And they are not you.
Please tell me what you think
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SAD
Makes me think of your inner child not wanting to be heard yet is part of you which makes you two and they are not us. I hope you are ok, otherwise I thought this was a brilliant poem looking at it from my aspect and my own throughts.
You may have wrote this from a totally different place for this I do not know. Anyways I often feel spit in two not knowing what to do, sometimes feeling the other half and sometimes not. Thank you for sharing your gift to write thought provoking poetry.
Wishing You Many Blessings With Love,
Kelle Marie
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Interesting for the reader to try and grasp who the two are. Life can not touch, invoke, move, anger, love anyone but the narrators two. Sad condition to put one self in when only two are capable of invoking emotional response from. Limits life. The work is full of nice poetic technique and consistent to sound aspect.
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nice
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The first two lines certainly draw in the reader, and the rest of the first paragraph bulids up the atmosphere.
The words: "You are not my two" bring up various questions into the reader's mind
All in all, this is indeed a great piece of work.
Well done,
x
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you alright clair?
i hope your holding up over there, huggles and i great job on the poem, apart from making everyone worried.
love ya.
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pffft. Y'all are worry warts. No need to worry bout me. I'm fine.. or i will be, soon. I just have to get out of this place.
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wow sweety
are you ok ?
i love you n miss you
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