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Thoughts of...
written by Trapezium06:55 PM 2/13/05The world is rushing by,
With a million whys and wonderments.
Sitting on the round-a-bout
Of broken memories, and dreams.
Hearing the voice,
Seeing the face,
Being in the place,
Without the choice,
Without the reality.
Living past the end -
But not really living at all.
Stuck:
At the inbetween
At the pit stop
At the climax.
The climax is nothing,
The climax is the pain,
The pain - now disappeared,
The climax - just as I feared.
Here we go,
I've eased the pain,
Now I feel nothing.
I'm so numb, the word doesn't define the nothingness.
So lost, alone,
With thoughts of... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (2-14-2005 - 11:04 PM)
| hey sandy its angela sry im not on my name but i just wanted to say that i really enjoyed yur poem, keep em coming, by the way i got my computer fixed so we can talk again *big smiles* |
by TONK_PILLZ (2-18-2005 - 11:12 PM)
by Shadow_24/7 (2-19-2005 - 12:10 AM)
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