Shall I be unhappy?
Or shall I not?
I lie, face down on a bed of feelings,
that has come to smell and rot,
from the lies I've giving and got.
I feel like stone,
moving but going nowhere,
speaking but with no voice,
I am there, I know that,
But its only an image, a carving of me,
A place where I happened to mark history.
The me who moves and speaks,
who is warm and human and real,
with a concience and emotions,
yes, me is gone,
somewhere hidden in a darkness,
that is more than darkness.
Sometimes I try to find me,
and the happiness me can bring,
but I'm blind now, deaf now,
I can't see and I can't listen,
for signs of hope and the familiar that might come,
No, when me left, she took them away,
and left a cold statue to stay.
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Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
