I stretch out my hand
and allow the darkness to grasp it,
to slip its fingers between mine.
Just to remind me how lonely I am.
I reach,
grasping,
at a whole lot of nothing.
Nothing but memories;
worn at the corners,
and at the heart.
I search,
in the night around me,
wondering who stole the stars,
and all of the answers.
I find myself,
wandering in my own mind,
surrounded by shadows,
and walking in circles,
to find the last something
that meant anything.
Author notes
Option 2- The Last something that meant anything
Any good?
Comments
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'I stretch out my hand
and allow the darkness to grasp it,
to slip its fingers between mine.
Just to remind me how lonely I am.'
and...
'I search,
in the night around me,
wondering who stole the stars,
and all of the answers.'
I love those lines...they're amazing, this was more than good, much much much more than good
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I search,
in the night around me,
wondering who stole the stars,
and all of the answers.
im slowly starting to love all of your work
and this was amazing!
it was more than good... -
i liked this. but i felt that you said wandering too many times.
i like the way you wrote this, and the way each stanza started off with 'I ...' that made me feel it much more. (if you know what i mean..)
I search,
in the night around me,
wondering who stole the stars,
and all of the answers.
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that stanza is wonderful! i really liked the imagery
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Thank you very much for your comment. I was a tad curious though as I believe I only used the word wandering once, the other time it was the word wondering. Still thanks for reading my poetry it is much appreicated.
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