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Post by phoenixisallalone on May 27, 2011 12:57:28 GMT -5
Where am I? I am lost. I am gone. What have i become? There is nothing, there is no one.
Living a lie. Trying to hide behind a mask of fear and those tears that i cry and cry. The more i try, the more i die inside. So am i ready to say goodbye?
My soul, my spirit, taken away. My mind has start to stray. My life is far from made.
standing here..next minute im standing there. My hair, blowing in the brisk wind. Where am i? I am floating in air.
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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on May 27, 2011 21:22:55 GMT -5
Very powerful, and a very lovely drops! Which is to say it doesn't sound like drops poem! I love the opening stanza; it pulls the reader in. Welcome to the Drops page and to TPS! -Riverrose
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Post by siccsynth on Jun 2, 2011 15:54:08 GMT -5
I really enjoy that poem, I wrote something quite similar recently. I am an addict in recovery and your poem reminded me of what its like to live behind the mask of fear, and to not know who I am. Pretty powerful writing.
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Post by - Moirae - on Jun 8, 2011 8:18:41 GMT -5
Welcome to TPS! If you have any questions feel free to PM me.
This is such a beautifully written piece that it hardly feels like a drops poem at all. Very well composed and raw with emotion. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to reading more by you.
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