Walking a long
dark dark
corridor.
I swore that
this path
would be one
i'd never walk.
I was wrong.
I was wrong to question.
Wrong to doubt.
Wrong
to walk passively
through my
hell
I call life.
Walking down
my dark corridor.
Choosing the doors
that will lead me forward.
Blood pouring
from open wounds
where people have left
huge scars.
A gash down my arm
from he who crushed my soul.
A scratch upon my thighs
from the loved that broke my heart.
A splutter of blood from my lips
for the one who broke my spirit.
The wounds become normal.
The wounds from others I can hide.
Living a lie is a silly term.
For the girl I live as isn't a lie:
merely a character I play around others.
Late at night,
when walking my corridor
becomes too long and exhausting,
and no one is around to pretend for,
splashing through pools of my blood and hurt,
I stop walking.
I stop choosing doors.
I sit on the cold hard floor.
I sit on the cold hard truth.
And reveal myself for what I am.
Broken.
Unrepairable.
Hateful.
Sometimes,
I even walk backwards
down my dark corridor.
But always,
when the sun rises,
I stand back up,
I bandage my wounds,
and put my brave face on
for the whole world.
And i take those small few
steps forward again.
Down my endless,
confusing
corridor.
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the corridor.
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Comments
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That was absolutely awesome! Your emotion shone through so beautifuly. Amazing work! Keep it up!
Hey, always remember that you are moving forward, no matter how long it takes, you'll get to where you want to be.
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wow...i can honestly say that that was one of the most amazing poems i have ever read
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DANIII awesome poem.....i hope i never put one of those wounds on you!!!
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Fantastic concept! I love the story, the message, the imagery, the way you set it out... heck, i love it all... this is one of the most amazing pieces ive read on the site and certainly my favourite of yours.
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At last, a new write. The adjectives are very powerful I loved it "gash" "splutter" "scratch" Bravo amazing! Just a little spelling error, should be a capital I last line on second verse : )
this poem was terrific ; welldone
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"I sit on the cold hard truth" awesome write
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