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Author: Shadowed Mind
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 11-17-07 - Updated: 11-17-07 - Complete - id:2439420

A hundred things to say and not one way to say them

A thousand thoughts on my mind and I can’t express them

I can’t put pen to paper, give form to my words

Locked in myself, these same four walls

As the emotion takes hold and I can’t fucking see clearly.

taptaptap can you hear my soul?

Trying to get out of this inspirationless cage I call myself

I don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s futile

There’s no escape, no escape

No way of surviving this darkness, the abyss,

The place where my happiness should be.

ticktockticktock the clock the only sound

Filling the room as I lie awake once more

Nightmares lurking in the space where dreams should be

Expressionless, emptiness, blocked from reality

No method of communicating how I feel

Further I sink into that darkness that lingers, for the fear

That I’ll be trapped in my hiding forever.

swishswishswish so much for promises

As I unleash, release the feelings within me

Using blood as ink, skin as paper

One hundred words spoken, one hundred emotions felt

With one tiny, insignificant cut.



© Copyright 2007 Shadowed Mind (FictionPress ID:440108).


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