I haven’t been writing
Inside I’m fighting
The words all stopped up
Every step a stump
I get so angry inside
Unshed tears I’ve cried
I’m all crowded
The silent voices louder
I need to pen the paper
Now and not later
I can’t take much more
Naked and cold on the floor
Quietly, I vicously scream
When did I get so mean?
People no longer interesting
My faith I am losing
Used to love life so
Now I just don’t know
Seems I am killing myself
My emotions on the shelf
If I don’t write soon
I shall never again see the moon
Even this attempt is hard
But I must try this card
For I am jumbled
My life fumbled
What now I wonder
As words I ponder
Driving loved ones away
I long to once again play
Jennifer Viens
9-28-08
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It seems as if your your trying to describe an intense feeling of Isolation. I from experience know that can be destructive, or healthy, depending on the person. This poem shows it from a nuetral standpoint, but with great mind-numbing detail.
I NjoyD it.
~Sarah~
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