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Poem Details
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| Title: | Two lives |
| Date Submitted: | 2/27/2008 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
I look around at these days we travel through, the matter in which we thrive and construct our dreams. I am an onlooker in these days, I can no longer recall my part. I watch them live while I focus on just getting by. But the bright whirl of blooming lives and the excitement of going places is too much to witness. These lives, which cannot be contained by time or space, accentuate the emptiness I feel. I think I’m just getting too old for this. Something so weak stretched thin across time. Momentum pulls me backwards, downwards. These are days I may have wandered but I have not, and what light there may be won't penetrate my awareness or my cold exterior. There are degrees of living and I don’t think this kind of existence has a name. Carefree and vibrant, they radiate a warmth and light that is at once glorious and frightening. My sickness seeps out the crack under the door. I’m the boy in the bubble, but the walls are more to protect them and not me. This bitter rankness of human decay infects the air with the heavy insidious whispers that trap me here. But they, they have futures to find and lives to lead. Death simply isn’t part of these agendas.... |