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Exhausted Loneliness

Contributed by DragonLuvSong on Tuesday, 15th June 2004 @ 10:06:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Jittering, shaking, shattered calm.
The air is a heavy blanket suffocating me, the oblivion is endless.
The world is twisting, changing shape foreign to my experience, confusion takes over my vision.
I am blinded by my fears, I cannot see through the murky cloud of my paranoia.
Overwhelmed by my insecurities, I stagger, falling into an existance not quite living.
I stumble through life, waiting for a sign that I will be whole again.
Part of me is gone, lost in a forest of the dark shadows within my mind.
I am being governed by my fears, shut out from the world.
Kept from an existance in harmony with the populace.
I cross the threshold into lonliness, a never ending spiral into the depths of hell.
I only see the world passing by my window.
But the window is shut tight, locked down by the very essence of my existance.
Lightening streaks across the sky, and I can hear the thunder exploding just on the other side of the glass.
Life is happening all around me, but I am shut up tight within myself.
I cannot escape to join the myriad of persons living an existance far from my own.
I see them, they dance to a tune that I cannot hear, sing the words of a song I with to learn.
I am alone, a darkened room, a tomb for the light that distingushes the gloom.

Yet light filters in through the curtain, I can see my shandow elongated across the floor.
I can feel the sun; the light bathes me in an ocean of felicity.
I climb through my window, and escape the prison of my own thoughts.
I can now join the rest of the oblivious that I saw dancing.
And I finally sing with them, the words echoing in the caverns of my soul, and I can exist in the rich gardens of life.

Copyright © DragonLuvSong ... [ 2004-06-15 22:06:00]
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