I searched
For feeling.
Far and wide I searched.
Over the hills
Through the plateaus
Between the trees
I searched
Until my eyes became
Weary
And my legs became
Two stiff boards
Of splintery painful bliss.
I searched
Until I had to sit down on the ground,
Until my bottom was my strongest part.
No sadness
No happiness
No nervousness
No shame
No panic
No guilt.
Sitting on the ground,
I could search no more.
Feeling was yet a body
Far removed.
Author notes
eh.. it's a different style.
Not sure about the title though :-\
Please tell me what you think
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I like it
the way it suggest an emotionless way of feeling
that would be strange needless to say
I couldnt imagine
very good visual of the journey- the search
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woot
Lovveddd that poem.
I thought the title was okay! I dunno if you must have a suggestion you could do like A Loss of Feeling, either way.
Think the second paragraph needs to be revised a little wording is kinda confusing
Between the trees
I searched
Until my eyes became
Weary
~that was my fav part
Be more excited about this style. Its a great style! Lol
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