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The Island
Contributed by
linadr
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Saturday, 24th August 2013 @ 05:19:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Breaths of chaos.
My thoughts running, they intertwine
Further into the dark
It sends a shiver down my spine.
Nightfall opens up my mind
But the dreams are not sweet,
Memories attack my heart
My only dream is one of peace.
It hurts to speak this way,
To be so hopeless
Wishes for the future change to fear
This pain seams endless.
One mistake and I am back,
Hiding on this island
Punish me, it almost screams
This island of confinement.
Always searching for the exit
Use the woods as a disguise
Calling out, nothing but my own voice
replies.
In this limbo time stands still
This road goes on for miles
I think of this when people say
"You haven't smiled in a while"
Copyright ©
linadr
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2013-08-24 17:19:32]
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Re: The Island
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by emystar on
Saturday, 24th August 2013 @ 07:16:44 PM AEST
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I can totally relate at times.
Well done.
huggs, blessings, smiles,
emy |
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Re: The Island
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th August 2013 @ 01:08:46 AM AEST
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You open with, Lost, Alone, Helpless. I admire this thinking I have had about my own life. I admire it because it is frank.
It's difficult to be frank when you feel lost or alone or helpless.
Either one of these words equate to the same issue really. Everyone who has ever been lost feels alone, and also feels helpless. Everyone who has ever felt alone, feels lost, and helpless to some extent - if they're being honest. Everyone who feels helpless, feels lost, and alone.
I like this very much because it is frank. We are all this, what you describe. This is a beautiful poem - not tragic, but frank! I knew a guy named Frank who in a big way was all three. His life was tragic to the people who knew him. He never really connected because he had a lot of issues. It was long ago, a different time. Frank was a good guy, but he never measured up, he needed help. Don't we all?
A lot of people have lived tragic lives.
I hope you understand what I mean.
Peace! |
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