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This is a poem I wrote 1/29. It is kinda wierd. I know it is kinda repetetive, but other than that I want some feedback. This is my first journal entry Woo!! By the way it doesn't have a title yet. Please comment!
All around me is the darkness,
coming closer,
closer,
closer.
I feel it coming;
quick,
and ever so sly.
The chills,
the stillness,
the emptyness.
Suddenly,
suddenly,
it is upon me.
Suddenly.
It fills all that I can see,
and hear,
and feel.
I am frozen, unable to move.
Frozen.
Frozen.
I understand not,
but that this darkness is deepening,
steepening,
filling,
killing.
The darkness is deafening,
for the silence screams loudest
of any
and all.
It numbs my senses.
I feel not,
but what comes from inside of me.
I feel no pain,
no hurt,
no pain.
No pain,
but the grief,
and suffering,
and eternal hunger
for life,
for living;
for life.
Life.
The misery that was felt
in the lives and the worlds
of every and all-
of every,
and all,
from worlds,
near and far;
lacking light,
or with light in plenty;
inhabited, and barren;
from worlds,
past,
present,
and still to come;
the infinite misery
is present inside me,
forced within my mind,
forced within my soul.
The darkness is enclosing,
confining,
defining;
defining.
Invading my thoughts;
defining what I think;
how I think;
how I am;
who I am;
me.
Defining me.
I become one with the darkness.
It merges with my soul,
eternally bound
to the back of my fate,
to me,
to me;
piloting my existance.
I am the darkness,
the darkness is me.
We are one.
We are one.
It hinders my thinking,
controls my thoughts.
I can no longer think freely;
cannot think for myself.
The darkness has determined my future,
my fate.
From now, my life will be blank.
I will be blank-
blank.
I am overwhelmed;
by the grief,
the suffering,
the hunger-
the eternal hunger-
the misery.
The misery.
I am overwhelmed,
and afraid.
Afraid.
I am,
afraid.
 x Hopelessly Hopeful x · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 02:02am · 1 Comments |
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