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Confused

Confused

I am a woman
Filled with fears
Sick of hurting
Tired of the tears

Peeking out from
pain filled eyes
still reeling from
hateful goodbyes

thought it would be easy
walking out the door
butm i'm just as lost
as I was before

Who am I
I want to know
Searching for answers
from my hiding soul

though I feel fear
and hide myself away
at times I ponder
what shall take me away

From this pain
from this fear
to often wondering
Why am I here

Shall I stay or Shall
I go
My Answers lie
within his soul...

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  • blooten
    December 25, 2008

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    Wow this is almost one I could have written lol.
    my gooodness.

    whats with you??
    happy xmas by the way

    anyways back to the poem?? who are you??
    Well ur an old friend of mine and thats just fine
    hey im rhyming this could be a poem.
    anyways u dont need to be anyone. thats the cool thing. but very hard. as at the moment u r someone. u r a rose thats been kissed by the sun.
    heh i just got ur name


  • C.W. Bush
    November 17, 2008
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    Oh my God, I just realised who this was! I'm so sorry I left such a sterile response! I'll always think of you as bluegreen, haha.

    I'm so sorry to know you're feeling this way! :-(

  • C.W. Bush
    November 17, 2008

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    I quite liked this, although I do tend to believe that rhyme rarely works well when trying to portray darker emotions. There were points where it lost a little potency as a result, but it ended strongly. Nicely written.


  • poeticweaver gold member
    November 8, 2008

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    Wow,

    A very powerful piece, I feel you sweet sis in every line. It sure does suck feeling like you don't know what's it all for. Hang in there, and keep penning till the ink runs dry. After that, get a new pen. Love bro Tim. xo


  • samantha jean
    November 7, 2008
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    I really like the last stanza. And the rhyming was very consistent.
    Great write.

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