I am
A windswept plain shorn
bare
by tremendous gale.
I am
Naked before the
wind,
beneath its merciless caress.
I am
Many things
I am not,
yet no more than
I am.
I am
more than you
think,
and less than I
wish.
You'll never see me as
I am,
I'll never show
you.
You call this
life,
but I call it
suffocation.
desolation.
Desolated,
land ripped to
shreds
by the piercing
wind,
a thousand
needles,
piercing through my
skin.
Suffocated,
the wind moves too quick to catch a
breath.
I am fading,
suffocating,
slowly I lay down to
die,
and wake again,
cursing your
name.
I wish it were
OVER.
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Written May 9th, 2006
A contest entry
- Who are you? by kyuuketsuki ai.
350 points, ended October 19, 2006, 37 entries
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I've always loved poetry for the simple fact that it is literally timeless.
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ive kinda felt that way before.
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Very...VERY good. I feel this way a lot.
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