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To be me
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To be me |
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Wilga Junior Member
since 2006-07-25
Posts 22 |
quick apology. I know that the rythm and measure are out. But that would have leant too much conformity to what is very raw at the moment. Sorry, real cow of a weekend. To be me Naked, I am stripped from all emotion Standing before the evaoprating, stench filled pool That is a mirror, of my darkened soul Staring at the emptiness, that reflects back At the nothingness that is me I crouch in a shodowed corner, Looking into the light That are my friends and family Frivolity, fun, caring and sharing I see the couples and children play Interact with closeness and glee And wonder just who is me I care, I love, my feelings are true At least in my warped and twisted self I thought that this was my destiny On the verge, behind the blinds I stand Never allowed across the thresh hold I wait, in the day, the dark, the night, the light The months, the years till etnernity I yearn, struggle, with every fibre in my being To have what is normal, a real life with ye And then I look into that pool A jewel, multi faceted, winks back at me Seemingly deep and dark, a complex being And then like you, I peek again Only to see, a dark and shrivelled gem Worthless and cold, an empty core And now do I understand, comprehend Why I will always be condemed to look in And what it means To be me |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
Seems fine to me..I never write in rhythm or meter when it comes to my feelings...there should be no set rules to how you feel..or what you purge..it's the impact of the words that matter and how you feel afterwards... If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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