what i feel at the moment


The Lost Nightingale

Alone in the wild,
I sit and stare
Holding back fear
Caging my voice.

Strewn feathers line a circle,
My safe space
I'm in a mental cage
Framed in pure pain.

Behind closed eyes plays
My torment.
Gliding through thought-provoking words
I glance outside.

And it's times like these,
That I stretch out my wings and burst into song
Of sadness and loss melded in passion.
Memories fly around my head
As rain begins to fall.

I'm still singing my eerie tune
It's keeping me alive.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 19:40

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Dan Cederholm
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Well done and written but so ful of pain
that it hurts...
And in the ending I can se a smal flash of
hope!
"I'm still singing my eerie tune
It's keeping me alive."

Regards to you, Dan
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2006-11-03


seda
you're a pessimistic girl so your poems amaze me

well done my sweet friend.
love,
Seda
2006-11-03