Inside this Shell is a person who is well known,
He is hiding in the darkness that hides all,
Watching everything fly by,
Searching, Searching, like wraiths on a summer nights wind,
He hides because he is afraid,
Afraid of his feelings, his thoughts, his life,
Then also he hides because he is hurting,
Hurting because of his feelings, his thoughts, his life,
Which is still flying along,
Searching, Searching, till at last he is found...
Author's Notes/Comments:
Odd story, Sitting in class, way to early in the morning to be awake or doing anything, i was about to nodd off to sleep when i was told by the teacher to take out pen and paper and write down the notes. I got them out grumbling and just got down the title of what we were going over then i just stared at my paper. Next thing i know the lights are on (they were off by the way) and there is writing all over my paper. I read it and you can c what it was above. I knew I wrote it b/c it was in my handwriting. But i dont remember writing it. Days later after thinking about it. I realized it kinda described me....
Alot like me.
nice piece .
I think that everyone hides from something in one point in their life. Well, I know that I do.. As for your odd story about how this poem came to be, I do that all the time. I just kind of write without realizing it.