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Object of my Fright
Contributed by
kidnic
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Tuesday, 17th January 2006 @ 04:18:52 PM in AEST
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I’m here alone on an island,
With nothing to fear,
So why am I running,
While ground catches a tear?
I guess I’m like all men,
Always too curious,
One look into oblivion,
And everything’s so serious.
To be without utter thought,
Not taking my time,
Always be running,
And to forever climb.
To capture a single thought,
Make it wholly mine,
Knowing I’m unique,
I will be totally fine.
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2006-01-17 16:18:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Object of my Fright
(User Rating: 1 ) by OzChick on
Tuesday, 17th January 2006 @ 09:34:42 PM AEST (User
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This ones making me think.....
I often feel like I am an island, emotionally isolated from those around me. I have felt the way you describe in your poem before.
Great write.
~Jenny~ |
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