My Own Little World
Contributed by
CeruleanScreams
on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 09:08:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I lie prone, groan.
Petrified, terrified.
Its swirling all around,
Where is my self? Far from this barren ground,
The nightmares haunt me
Haunt me.
Taunt me.
Surrounding, enclosing, my own little world.
But then this haven is hurled,
By myself...
My thoughts pursue, misconstrue,
It is of my thoughts, this place,
Nowhere is safe.
Because it's made of the essence of ME!
My dreams, hopes, despairs
For this life I have few cares.
They come there to me,
To make me cry, weep, mourn,
For the lost, the lost me, the hate in me, the hated me.
I wish I had never been born.
I mourn for what I could be and am not,
What I can't be no matter what,
for what others want me to be,
For who I used to be,
For who I will become.
I weep for me as no else does
Can
Will
Would
So strong it overpowers
This weak, futile, haunted, hated, hateful being.
In my own little world.
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