Looking down
At a deep steep hole,
Wondering, wondering in dismay....
How deep does it go?
Looking desperately
At a dark endless nowhere,
Wondering, wondering in pain....
Why can't go and find for myself?
Moving slowly
In the dark steep hole,
Wondering, wondering in despair...
I am giving in.
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Written March 11th, 2006
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S'ok, same here. o.o
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I wasn't criticizing... merely commenting.
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Eh, I always write with emotions. Usually, MY poems are my dark/sad feelings and thoughts, so no can do. o.o
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A very potent air of dark uncertainty..good stuff. It's just a shame that such good work has to come from such bad feelings.
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It makes more sense, but makes it too direct in my opinion. o.o
Well I wrote this...I sunno when, but I was in pain and difficulty (though surely not as much as now).
Aaaand...again, will do. :3
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I think I have figured out what you mean here, but am not too sure. One line I really don't understand though is this one: Why can't go and find for myself? Do you mean: Why can't I go and find out for myself? that would make more sense.
This poem has a dream like quality to it. It has a sense that you are caving into pressures in your life that are surrounding you on every side. Metaphorically speaking of course. That's just my interpretation. Keep that ink flowing, girl. 'Cause you are on a roll! Love ans hugs...
~Donna~
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