Most look outward at the world at hand,
today I find myself looking inward so invisible I stand.
Lost within my mind thoughts seized to share,
and often you shall find me with a dead stare.
It's not dark yet, but its getting there.
My body feels electrified yet not a muscle does move,
I stand within a thousand people lost to any muse.
The child I once held and found joy lost to this world ,
tell me some one where is that little girl I use to share,
It's not dark yet, but its getting there.
When the mind goes on hold from neglect or shame,
the mind often takes on a new re-frame.
Silence so deafening one screams in pain,
only no one hears me each day is the same.
Where are the ones for the lost angels of today,
who can see our loneliness our pain.
Why do I feel lost why cant they hear,
when an angels wings fall with such inner fear.
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there,
see beyond their eyes and do become aware.
Author notes
The body actions can be forced just as a smile you think your loved ones are happy all the while but watch their eyes when you know they arent aware and believe me that blank stare will make you aware . They choose to be alone and tell you its OK And you try and you can feel them push you away just once tell them I know and Im going to stay
A contest entry
- IT'S NOT DARK YET, BUT IT'S GETTING THERE... by cheaphotelsign.
425 points, ended September 1, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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heavy...some intense writing...and i can't help but feel the personalization that went into this...vivid imagery throughout...a thought provoking write...well done. thank you for this entry and best wishes
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This is one of your very best, you must be a fan of Dylan to have tapped into what flows through him. Kudos for you!
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