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Sos

Long ago, now it seems, it happened
That inner joy came out, and I could feel it
Within and without, I was surrounded by it
It was painful and liberating
I held onto the feeling, gripping with both hands
And wrapped my legs around it, too
I clung on for dear life: a moment that lasted a day
In my thoughts, it will last forever

But now, where has that light gone?
Faded, run out of oil, an empty shell
Hollow and dark, a description at least
Reflects that weariness that just cries
"No more, please, no more."

So I said no more. My skin is numb now
My hands don't grip, my legs are weak
I'm just cold and tired
I'll hide here until the morning: whatever that is

This hollow feeling, it grows on you in time
You wish for something else, but its my companion
It's my comfort and my strength
It becomes me, and I become it
Through it I can live forever, at least, in theory
That's possible.

But forever is a long time
Too long for me to wait
I can't hold on much longer.
Maybe someone, somewhere, can rescue me.

Please tell me what you think

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  • Fiona Hollywood
    July 4, 2008

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    Hmm nice. You really created this kind of dreamlike unsure feeling. The way you constantly say something and then reveal your own doubt for what you just said.
    Morning: whatever that is
    Forever, at least, in theory

    Of course, the medium has become the message. Poetry is a dead art form, like all others. But I'm going to totally disregard that fact and say that this is awesome.
    Here, have a cyber hug, *HUG*