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Your lost aren't you. Your sitting there.. On the ground.. Drowning in your thoughts and waiting for someone go come save you.. But they never came, did they. Your sitting there.. Waiting and...
Thick fog rolls in Blanketing everything in sight. It's like a wall Stopping me from seeing right. It is not white. No, it's spots our vision can't reach. It's a restraint. I'm blind.
A yearning deep inside. For loneliness the need to hide. Isolation from the crowd. Keeping my head up in the clouds. Cowering in the corner. As the seconds turn to days. Becoming the shadows.
I've never felt a sheep's soft wool Or heard a wild cat yowl I've never tasted the clear water of a stream Or felt the squish of mud between my toes I've never felt the soft wind Form the tops of...
The (maybe) completed work.
It starts to get dark out And my phone's beeping mad. 'Winter Weather Advisory' I'm anything but glad. Last minute run to the store, Buying everything I need.
I just want to fight everyone. 2012 was the year I got used to loneliness. This was the year I could stare it in the face and understand why I saw my own eyes staring back.
~Based on Wool/Silo Series by Hugh Howey. Obviously not in the same league but I will die trying. See www.hughhowey.com or search Wool Omnibus on Amazon to see why. Feedback welcome. I.
Sail the seas of moonlight, Meet me by the shore. I'll help you fix your damaged boat And then we'll sail some more. Across the endless horizon, We'll sail with soundless cries.
Behind those blue eyes. Is a nightmare that seems so unreal. A foolish little girl. Who's lost the ability to feel. A cold, lonely silence. No more can she speak. Half-sick of living.
Solitaire, I'm playing solitaire again today, A few pegs left, still in the game, It's an old set, on it's last legs, But I like things that stay the same.
Dusting all her yesterdays She keeps them to herself There's no-one left to share The years she keeps upon the shelf An empty whiskey bottle Is the only sign of life She's worn around the edges Never...
The world it consumes you. And of that we cant deny. I try and try to keep up. And the people they pass by. So hard when youre alone. No one to turn to when you talk. And try and try as I might.
(from Ode to Melancholy). There is a world of silver sunsets. And the darkest nights. It is a place where one forgets. And the truth is hidden by a shadow of lights. Upon the grave in midnight glow.
Inspired by two words on a poem written by hingaling "Collaborating clock" She is slouched in the ward waiting,whilst the clock ticks as the sound resonates, across the silent room It is her proof...
Six-month has gone by with my having no luck finding any sine of my grandpa but I've loosened my gaze in the last few months Because a girl Destiny, i took the name as a sign I'm on the right path...
Looking out the frost covered window into the dark of night, I can see the people walking past all bundled up against winters cold bite They rush past each other, hurrying off into the distance, It...
Tramadol hit, Opium high, Hiding under My bed from The storm inside, Can you feel Feel Feel it. The friction of Air against skin, The friction of Nothing on nothing, Can you hear Hear Hear it.
Have you ever cried without shedding a tear. A heart that feels too heavy - almost more than you can bear. Songs on the radio rip you all apart.
As you try to live your life. All your fears get in your way. You try to go to your special place. Away from all the pain and hate. Where all worries disappear. And everything seems crystal clear.
Hold me I'm drowning Save me I'm suffocating Down on my feet I can feel a force Pulling me down to the endless sea How long have I held my breath.
I haven't had a real convo in days and so much shit has been going on. I'm not really the type to share my feelings. I guess you could call me a loner.
Picture me this, it's cold, it's dark, you're alone struggling to see through the mist..
#OpussWeeklyChallenge #freeverse Swan from a river walked, on one broken foot, tried, to reach the river bank climbed, up, but struggled to find a route, a way, a path, through to the larger lake...