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Holding on to myself,
And my hand are slipping,
Then running from myself,
And my feet are tripping.
I’m struggling to breathe,
While laying around wheezing,
Cold is sweeping over my body,
And my soul is freezing.
Finally the world shattered,
What I believe and how I see,
Now I realize there is no place,
For something quite like me.
And my hand are slipping,
Then running from myself,
And my feet are tripping.
I’m struggling to breathe,
While laying around wheezing,
Cold is sweeping over my body,
And my soul is freezing.
Finally the world shattered,
What I believe and how I see,
Now I realize there is no place,
For something quite like me.
I have been feeling hollow lately. I held on for 16 years to a viewpoint about life that seemed unreal. I felt that I could live my life by my ideals, live as the best person I can, and not compromise my morals. Now in the face of losing things, Im beginning to not care. I have always cared before, but Im finally cracking. Thats what this poem is about.
© 2005 - 2024 VonKalkmann
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your intro really caught my eye first of all.. bcuz it described exactly how i feel for the most part..
nice poem by the way.. i would say somewhat short compared to your best poems.. but quite good nonetheless..
nice poem by the way.. i would say somewhat short compared to your best poems.. but quite good nonetheless..