A Poem by Beth

when one wants to be alone...


Deep, down deep I hide

resting from the time I bide.


Down, deep down I crawl

and to my soul I call.


Cry, soft I cry now

but tears I'll not allow.


Close, in close I am.

Self will holds the raging dam.


Deep, down deep I hide.

Flies, dust flies by my side.


Down, deep down I crawl

and my soul to me calls...


Out. Come Out Again.


but dust has blocked the way in.

© 2008 Beth

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... sad yes, however, its how we learn and try to find a new way in. keep writing^^

Posted 8 Years Ago

interesting, being down isnt so bad , right , atleast there is a silent peace there, bu ti like it, nicely written

Posted 10 Years Ago

Dear ZoeJane,

This is a very poignant piece. The brevity of the stanzas give it stark power. The desperation is strongly felt. Kudos!

Kindest regards,


Posted 10 Years Ago

i think you are saying when times are hard and we feeling blue ,we seek to hide ,crawl deep down and cry and cry,till our damn soul calls back to us to come out ,but we are already soiled with dust that has dirtied our soul like it will never be like before,sad but quite true,lovely write,moayad

Posted 10 Years Ago

nicely written a lot of people can relate to this, i think sometimes we all feel a little down.
keep on writing!
p.s. i love your name!

Posted 10 Years Ago

A beautiful poem, if a little sad. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on August 1, 2008



Phoenix, AZ

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