I wrote this one when i was in the worst phase of my life...when all doors seem closed and no way out of the sadness.
Very important to me personally because it helped me realize a lot of things about me that i didn't know myself.
Tears streaming down my face,
I look at the person in the mirror
the stranger who is me
the frustration and bottled indignation
the pain,hurt,and insecurity
fear effaced,thoughts chasing me
down a long, lonely lane,dark and ugly.
The dying river of trust and
depleting air of love,
cause my ailing soul to perish.
I am a stranger to myself
hollow and empty,vacuumed of
every emotion,happiness,
sadness,rage,envy every drop
sucked out.
how would it sound if you tapped me?
empty of feelings or full of it?
melancholy in every walk of life
self-doubt in every breath.
breezing through every life i touch
but i am the eye of the storm
caused by those very same lives.
seemingly calm ,but no doubt
being dissected to the very bone.
feeling bare naked when my soul
is stripped,of its armour.
the armour that is impenetrable.
or was it?
reality dunking me in cold water
cautioning me to be cautious,and
not to wear my heart on my sleeve
lest its is crushed and stamped upon.
Poetry by kj
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Written on 2007-07-07 at 15:20
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Very important to me personally because it helped me realize a lot of things about me that i didn't know myself.
CRUSHED.
The searing pain in my heartTears streaming down my face,
I look at the person in the mirror
the stranger who is me
the frustration and bottled indignation
the pain,hurt,and insecurity
fear effaced,thoughts chasing me
down a long, lonely lane,dark and ugly.
The dying river of trust and
depleting air of love,
cause my ailing soul to perish.
I am a stranger to myself
hollow and empty,vacuumed of
every emotion,happiness,
sadness,rage,envy every drop
sucked out.
how would it sound if you tapped me?
empty of feelings or full of it?
melancholy in every walk of life
self-doubt in every breath.
breezing through every life i touch
but i am the eye of the storm
caused by those very same lives.
seemingly calm ,but no doubt
being dissected to the very bone.
feeling bare naked when my soul
is stripped,of its armour.
the armour that is impenetrable.
or was it?
reality dunking me in cold water
cautioning me to be cautious,and
not to wear my heart on my sleeve
lest its is crushed and stamped upon.
Poetry by kj
Read 694 times
Written on 2007-07-07 at 15:20
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