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dusty identity..

its all just coming down around my ears
dust cloud chokingly thick
the walls are quaking
ripples flow under the floor boards
and the screams of many silenced dreams
are deafening in my aching mind
i don't even know who i am now

i only just woke up in terror
sweating and shivering in my bed
twisted up in my sheets
damp hair resting on cold pillows
i cry and whimper
as what i left was the dream
i just woke into my living nightmare

the dark it shivers and slides
moving as if in itself its alive
i already know whats out there
all my memories of the past
ready to pull down my broken walls
the barbed-wire and barriers
i wrapped around my sanity

the tears are falling slowly
trailing down a weary face
despair is now a comfort
it settled in so long ago
so long i had lost count of days, of hours
since my life dissapeared
flown away like a wistfull dream

so send a message into the dark
and let me know who i am now
then maybe i can lay this weary head
down on pillows soft as silk
help me dream a story now
of a place far away where i belong

show me who i am..
or everything i could be









Author notes

i dont know where this came from iv'e had writers block all day..

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  • piccola silver member
    November 25, 2008

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    Nice job wherever it came from. I like the presentation too. The border and the use of purple on black. It all fits the poetry and the somber feel very well. thank you for entering


  • petalblue2
    November 25, 2008

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    Wow , it sounds as though have some very pressing issues within you. Don't we all just pray for peace. A wonderful demonstration of imagery of this tossing feeling. I know what is like to be tormented by a thought that will not let you sleep, grips you like a vice. You pinned it with your piece! Nicely done
    Blue~

  • poets whisper silver member
    November 25, 2008

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    sounds like a bad nightmare, It is filled with imagery which is a great thing. Reminds me of the nightmares that linger with us even after we're awake. Nice job


  • Disturbed Prodigy
    November 24, 2008
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    this honestly is something else, it is kind of more then a poem, the emotion is raw and it just is a great read, i have been in a state like this many times, sometimes i just start to cry for no reason or laugh, can't stop me once i have started, lol, this is a strong poem, keep it flowing *tips my hat off to you*


  • Dragonbabyx3
    November 24, 2008

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    This is beautifully penned my sister! The flow is great, one thing though, line 16, "moving as it is itself alive" maybe change it to " Moving as if itself is alive" sounds a bit better, and capitalize your I's I love this piece, its wonderful!

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