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Estranged
Contributed by
Davinah
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Wednesday, 12th July 2006 @ 05:21:10 AM in AEST
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I feel so out of touch with this world.
I can walk in the crowd
But I am always moving in the opposite direction.
Some kind of passing shadowy figure.
I dont belong here; my feet cant touch this ground.
Theres nothing here that binds me to anyone.
I cannot feel how they feel; I cannot love how they love.
I cannot love this world of deception.
Truth defies reason and reality is not always what we see.
If necessity is the mother of invention
Its probably why I have built my own playground.
My ivory tower that almost reaches the clouds by now.
I am too different to adjust
There lies no happiness in pretending I could be one of them.
So I wait to be released from this earthly prison
This world that I will never understand.
Copyright ©
Davinah
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2006-07-12 05:21:10]
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Re: Estranged
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by Ruby2sdy on
Wednesday, 12th July 2006 @ 08:41:09 AM AEST
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You write with such honesty, I can't think of an adjective that describes what I felt about this poem other than empathy... you're not the only one to build your own tower... I really enjoyed this, thank you,
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Re: Estranged
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by wizard on
Wednesday, 12th July 2006 @ 06:17:44 PM AEST
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very nicely done, davinah!!
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Re: Estranged
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by doug on
Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 01:35:42 PM AEST
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| Although we are often so introverted that we rarely make any meaningful contact with others , there are those of us who are like you. I am one and your poem is moving to me. I hope you find comfort in knowing that sometimes in the crowd there is one like you that passes silently by and I take comfort in knowing I am not quite alone eitheir. Thank you for this poem. best wishes , doug |
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Re: Estranged
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 03:56:00 AM AEST
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I really like this poem,it has an honesty that makes me feel uneasy.If we are truthful,there are times,some more frequent than others,that we feel as strangers in this world.I guess we all life our lives within our own minds and no matter how close to another,they never really enter our world,
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