Blacks clouds filling the gray sky overhead
That watchful feeling
Yet no one is left
Opposite of claustrophobia
Is haunting me evermore
I don't know whether to cry
Or flood the earth
What has happened to me
If only I could find someone to help me along the way
As tears start falling down my cool, hard cheeks
I am obviously alone
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Name: p o e t i c j e s s
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Ah, short and simplistic - always a good way to write.
I have to admit, I also believe that the end of the world may be quite lonely, if we were aware of it as the end. And I must say:
"Opposite of claustrophobia"
Was a particularly stunning phrase - it is not just a visual; it is a physical aid to help one understand the emotions of the poem.
Nice
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