Open Poetry #36 |
Sensory Burn |
PoetryIsLife
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
My sadness envelopes me, overwhelming a besieged soul. I breath it in Until I can no longer. I get too close, and my senses are burned. Every angle I turn to is a deadend to freedom. Darkness has ensnared light; my tunnel is endless. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is heart-wrenching |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
better to at least feel sometimes. I enjoyed this "I want to heal, I want to feel, like I'm close to something real" |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
Very sad but well worded... we all feel this way at some time..its ok |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Understanding this. Sometimes life's walls seem way too high to climb. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
It's been awhile since I read you! Funny I found a letter you had sent me awhile ago, and I was wondering how you were doing..I do hope you are doing well. Always wishing you the best..and again its sooo good to read your words again. and I feel these words..most definately Kristen If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Well look at you all handsome in your uniform !! Great to read you again. This is an aching piece. Very well done. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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