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October
Contributed by
amalyna
on
Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 01:33:21 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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October, and all is quiet.
Trees hang low, supressed by the
consumate grey.
All is quiet.
All is still.
A silence so intimidating...
It is everything-
It is nothing.
The window above my desk...
Such a world I am separated from by a mere piece of glass
One eighth of an inch is all it is.
A barrier to freedom
I could shatter it so easily,
As easily as I shattered all the other barriers that lay before me...
my heart
my hope
my life.
There are no barriers now
How can one be barred from nothing
When nothing is all there is
The grey hangs like a blanket
Still I stare
Window pane...
Pain is all I feel.
I am made up of fractured pieces of neatly shattered glass...
My head spins, filled with grey noise.
Somewhere deep inside I stare out the window of my soul...
The room is suddenly very small.
Everything that exists outside that tiny piece of glass
That crystal prison
That has become my very existance.
I struggle on, drowning in the depths of my own hopelessness and despair...
But it is no use.
The struggle is over
I pull the blinds.
Copyright ©
amalyna
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2004-04-16 01:33:21]
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Re: October
(User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on
Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 04:39:30 AM AEST
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| brilliantly written poem...well done. i am glad to hear you are ok now |
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