Random Thought , by Felicia
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On the cold dirt i cry letting out my pain
drifting from reality to a new world
I faintly hear screams echoing in the darkness
calling my name hunting for my sole
My fear for my sanity is lost
and my inner terror is released
as it contaminates my blood
I experience a awaking
I think, I'm tired of this constant anxiety
and I'm sick of this place I call home
In the end nothing matters
And what do I have to loose?
Felicia Mac |
| Posted: 2008-06-27 22:21:35 UTC |
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| 2009-02-16 17:17:13 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
| this is a very interesting poem and thank you for the earlier comment lol and yes i realize it was random but being playful and expresive is just a small part of the makings of poetry...hmmm and if you are interested in such darkness and hopelessness of a poem i highly recommend you read my poem (Concept of Hell) and tell me what you think if you would like....hmmm random thought....... |
| 2009-03-29 01:21:54 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
| thx for your comments and hope you had an enjoyable vacation...although this may be disappointing I am taking a break on my writings for my own personal reasons....Tyler |