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Detached
By Wiccad
Early mornings, no surprise
The birds are singing and the sun did
rise
Everyday seems like the last
Pain and boredom until another
days passed
Watching the spider spin its deadly web
Wishing I
was the fly.......soon to be dead
Listening to life outside my darkened
walls
Unable to smile as the children call
Can this really be
it for me?
Is this what I wanted it to be?
Hope has faded and
the dreams are gone
My nightmares are reality......where did it go
wrong?
Cannot pinpoint the day I gave up
Cannot remember........when
was the first cut?
This dark sludge that fills my gut, unable to purge
it up
It pumps it's way through my veins
And makes its home in
my brain
Some days it makes me feel a little insane..........
................pause.......
.....pause...............
.........pause......................
Ooops I'm sorry I think I wandered off there.....
That happens
alot lately, if only I cared
Look the birds are singing and the sun
did rise
Everyday seems like the last..................
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Published on Thursday, July 8, 2010.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Detached"
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A former member wrote:
Like a Groundhog Day moment.... things just keep going and going. It is hard when life feels that way. I like the way you expressed that here. Much enjoyed. =)
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On Tuesday, July 13, 2010, alex herewane
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wrote:
thoughts carry such powerful consequences exspecially when we let them run unchallanged. Pressure builds up and the cut is the release, In this write you seem to be aware of this. I love the honesty in this, the human factor and the way you understate the writing. keep writing well done.
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On Thursday, July 8, 2010, Meadowhawk
(163) wrote:
A sad piece. But without doubt, from the heart. Well versed emotions.
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