Sitting here, staring at these blank walls
It all seems too familiar
I see myself in this vast color of emptiness
Becoming apart of the void, fading out of existence
These walls seem to laugh at me, mock me, call me
Until i become less than I already was
Staring at these blank walls, blood dripping from my wrists
Seeking comfort in its barren secrecy
But all I seem to have is this unsated hunger
A hunger that laughs at my naivety, joining the hollow echo of the wall in front of me.
These walls scorn the disconnected pieces that were once myself
Yet it takes from me, draining me...
Until I am left with nothing but the sadness that vibrates against the stillness
Reminding me why I'm here
Bearing the illusion of protection, providing me with false hopes and painful memories
Given up on the thought of being free
The walls are apart of me
A contest entry
- dark picture prompt by completely mad.
600 points, ended July 2, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Was it worth reading? What do you think, what are your thoughts? Is there any way i can improve?
Comments
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this was a very deep emotional poem..thanks for entering
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nice
this very nice and has good flow.i like all the lines in your poem i was trying to pick just one but they all gab at you.nice idea.and the last line the walls are a part of me.nice touch. i'm bookmarking this.
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a very nice, dark write, excellent work, i rather much enjoyed reading this piece i realy do love reading dark writes best of luck in the contest
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