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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Hi everyone! This is really a poem, but I wanted to post it here because I was hoping for some advice. Or just opinions about the situation or my frame of mind. Whatever you want. The poem isn't really any good, but it says what I want it to I guess. So here goes... I lie in a cold room on a messy floor Covered in clothes and papers and I can't help but think that more and more everyday I'm slipping even farther into those material things The things that symbolize who I am but I never was at all and I wish I knew Who it is that's inside me now She weeps for mourning She weeps for night Every time I breathe I feel her sigh and I wish I knew how to let her free or what her name is In quiet voices she speaks to me telling me it's closer than it all seems but I feel like an orphan left out in the cold - I don't know who I am I don't know who she is She is me, but what is that? And more and more as the days move along I can feel deep in my bones her crying Be kind, be true, be bold, be you. Freedom comes when you learn to live unafraid. [This message has been edited by Dark Enchantress (edited 07-24-2001).] |
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xEmperorEmber Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 136tx |
I really enjoyed this. I always feel like the material world is eating me up and everyday i fall a little bit further from the person i was before, and it doesnt ease my suffering any... ironic how the world, with all of our vast breakthroughs... all it can manage to do is strip you of your identity, PRAY TO GOD. |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
lol@PRAY TO GOD Amen, brother! Haha... anywho... Thanks Paul  Be kind, be true, be bold, be you. |
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