Creative Writing
...that old feeling...
I Think this poem has been a little too long in waiting. Too much time spent trying to help other people with their problems, not enough spent on your own.
Hmmm... Sometimes we immerse ourselves in other peoples problems to avoid having to deal with our own. (jmo)
Hope you don't mind? I messed around with it a bit.
Quote:
If I exist as a shroud only,
Should that not release the unbearable??
See me only as a shadow
vague and undisturbed
Pass through me quickly
take the strands of my spirit and cut them loose…
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You are not a shroud kind lady, you care to much. Shrouds don't care at all.
No matter how we try to hide or fade away we can't elude ourselves.
Quote:
Thrice the whispers of help me
I am hurting
Not heard
not understood
No one available
No harm meant
others filled with their own whispers of I Hurt
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Sometimes we need to shout to be heard. Sometimes we need to shout at ourselves to hear those things that are too hard to be heard.
We should never ever have to apologize for saying that we feel left out.
Quote:
I Hurt
Cut them loose
the strands of my spirit
Empty space
out of space
out in space
Float without an anchor
No soaring
blowing aimlessly
No destination
lost
Darkness, no
Light, no
Limbo, yes
Suffocating stillness
Shallow breathing
Creep and crawl and fall
Maybe goose step through the 24 hours?
By rote/auto-pilot…broken
Sag time
sag man gone
Not for good
invisible for awhile
Give and get
eyes locked in shared despair
No greetings from the other side of it
No trail through it
make my own when energy returns
Energy returns when the bill is paid
Didn’t know it was past due
Close the door to the recovery room
Sleep
empty of dreams
full of fits
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Don't know if you have read this, It's about a door of mine.
Lost Inside Myself
Caught out on my own
Lost and all alone
Hopelessly I roam
Can't find my way... back home
People all around
I can't make a sound
What am I say
they're a galaxy... away
Help me please I pray
I can't bear another day
Reaching voices echo
From a galaxy... away
They try to lend a hand
but they can't understand
this isolating fear
the precipice... is near
Life is so unfair
I know they really care
But the door is locked
And here I am
Alone in my... despair
One question... sag man?