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Author Name: Freedyoung 5 Comments
Date Added: February 01, 2007 16:02:04 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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What It Feels Like To Me

There is a foggy shroud of darkness around me.

Just foggy, not completely blackened.

There are shapes in the misty expanse.

I can't tell whether they hiss or beckon.

I cry out to you - hold my arms out in front of me

And begin the arduous task of searching.

I hear you in the confusion just a whisper

But it sounds like you are laughing.

Memories assault me like hungry lions

Memories of happy moments.

My mind can't resolve this betrayal

It explodes into fragments.


The world continues oblivious to my pain

I slowly begin to gather the remains.

Author's Notes:
Sometimes, strangely, it's the happy memories that make me spiral downward when things get bad.
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Comment By: FreeA.P. on June 8, 2007 12:29:56 AM Report
The poem starts by drawing everything into the speaker...and i like how you ended with a burst of the real world, almost like an intrusion upon your internal bout with pain...a great format...well expressed Dor

Comment By: FreeS on May 1, 2007 04:45:18 PM Report
i can totally relate, i love the last couplet.  The world never really seems to care about anyone elses problems so we slowly have to pull ourselves together and deal with out pains.

nice poem i am impressed !

Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on February 13, 2007 09:56:52 AM Report
We've all been there. Feeling so lousy that thoughts of the good times can't even lift us. Writing helps me, hope it does you too. jp
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on February 1, 2007 07:21:45 PM Report
Excellent description, Dori.  That's what it feels like to me too.  Thank God it comes to pass and not to stay.  Good work.  ML
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on February 1, 2007 04:38:23 PM Report
We all have our bad days Dori, well expressed here and I'm sure several will relate, Joe


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