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A Poem by kmartell




At a certain point

nothing makes sense and the viewer is enthralled by that


the electric fan hums it's hurt, the bedroom is forbidden.


At certain times the places all feel broken

I point a finger through the air at what isn't there

thick with nothingness it is only air


and I want to go back

to somewhere but it wont take me. It


doesn't want to see me coming. I am angry with it

I throw a water glass.


What can it be. What can it be that turns...


a frozen depth inside into a window

or a path that goes


inside that will explain all things once again

to me.


© 2015 kmartell


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This is extrememly well done. The spacing and punctiation may be a bit off but the writing itself is beautiful. You perfectly capture the feelings of confusion and desertion in this piece. Being lost within oneself is a very scary thing and looking for an answer or a way out can be very difficult. Keep up the good work and keep hope as hope will always show you the way eventually.

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kmartell
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