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Remains
By Wiccad
I scream
And nothing is heard
I cry
My face remains dry
I cut
And yet remain closed
I fight
But remain still
I feel
Though I remain cold
I love
And remain empty
What purpose has this life
Am I made of stone
Is this
where I belong
So it would seem
My senses dulled
The motivation
gone
Lack of interests
Unforseen events
Turmoil and destruction
Invading my thoughts
Scarring on the inside
Hidden from naked
eye
Mourning the loss
Of my human being
Somewhere in the
wasteland
That's where she'll be
Alone............
Waiting
for me
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
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On Saturday, January 30, 2010, Riven Waker
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wrote:
i love the duality of the first stanza - the second entrances with shades of loss and love - brilliant
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On Friday, January 29, 2010, Dilated View
(583) wrote:
Wouldn't it be nice if there were spotlights on the things we seek. Or a map to guide us, anything? I can feel and appreciate these emotions of being lost. Nicely done.
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On Friday, January 29, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810) wrote:
A really nice beginning to a fine poem.
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