Open Poetry #17 |
Not Going Places |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I could be many places, Seeing much, I could watch many faces, That seemed to be so caring, That don’t touch, Have no feelings for sharing, No understanding of me, Just persons, Bound down unwilling to be, Not wanting to go away, With burdens, Heavy in places they stay, Unable to take a walk, Immobile, Voiceless they can’t even talk About emotions they feel, Unable, They are lacking of the will To journey into new space; Seeing much, I look in the frightened face, I could be elsewhere not here, No burdens, And still be lacking of cheer, I could walk away from all, Capable Of cold ignoring the call, I could go to new places, Still not touch, Still not know the faces; So I might as well not go, Never learn, The emotions that don’t show, I’ll sit down with my nothing Immobile, Not knowing what travel brings. Gloom |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* how incredibly sad this poem is. It touched my heart to think you would not want to experience new things. Gosh, you put powerful emotions into your poems even if you do not intent to. **big hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Startime, Glad you liked my shuffling of words, Sadness is a part of Gloom, Loneliness is also part of Gloom, But mostly it is a lack of future sight, Which I don’t cultivate. Gloom |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* so incredibly sad. Almost like you do not what to have hopes and dreams. I would wish so much more for you, dear one. **hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
But you do have a voice Professor, even when it is the gloom of Gloom. I know this sense of implosion, the black hole of life, but you write about it with style. |
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