Hurting

Hurting

A Poem by Noename

 

The in's and 'out's' of life,

There always seem to be more ways in,

and few ways out.

 

So what is it that I am in?

A bottomless hole.

A wall less room, closing in on me.

 

What can I do?

  There be choices no longer.

They passed when my revolving circle

twirled off its already messy path.

 

I have no out to go through,

Only this 'in',

to a room with no walls.

A hole with no end.

 

At the end I can only watch,

 for I am not one who can be part of the picture.

Not even in the background.

 

-NN

© 2008 Noename


Author's Note

Noename
Its really raw, and I dont quite like this one...

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ok. raw. yes. you've got some gems in here but i feel like you have more to say... polish those gems. give em a good setting.

"The in's and 'out's' of life,
There always seem to be more ways in,
and few(ER) ways out."

this is a great stanza. the ending lines were also quite good. the middle part kind of got lost but i'm sure you can find it.





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