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frequency of illusion
Array of doubt
admist the botanical garden
Signing off from my house
Signing off from my warden
What is my orgin
Will an answer come
No, it never does
I will cry myself asleep tonight
I will sleep without love
On both sides stand two walls
Walking alone
Unaware that it is a maze
They say it's so simple
I'm gassed from my brain
Peaking from over a summit
The shadows cast against the rocks
it is for me it seems
The thought crosses as I fall
I want your love, your guidance, your hope
They say it's me but I don't know
My only option is to go and die
To be alone and no more cry
A eulogy for blood still warm
If I don't try the pain won't swarm
Listen to me for no one else will
Don't you see I am lost
I have no will
From disgust of symptoms
My lust and it's intentions
Where is my recognition
I'm clumsy and itching
Woah
...
False alarm, I thought I was free
Still sitting here, still in a dream
Beliefs are so cruel
I'm as if in a duel
Two spirits battle within
It's not even real
I search for some light, I search, I search
I clench, I perk
There's nothing to be found
Insanity rebounds
Won't any motivation come to arrive
Even to eat, I no longer strive
I write many letters as if to say goodbye
Soon I believe, that it will be tme
this poem leaves with a very
this poem leaves with a very eerie feeling, as if the writer is feeling completely powerless in the face of something overwhelming...perhaps even tragedy of some kind. The small print is a fantastic addition, as it enhances the overall feeling of being very small in the midst of this overpowering trial of life. good work, mardigan.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "