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Non-existent

A Poem by shayne
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A bit of a 5 minute doodle. I have not written anything in months, and I feel like I've lost touch. A bit frustrated but hopefully I'd get it back

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I may have said too many words

Trying to explain how it is

That though I’m struggling a lot

I am still losing grip

Save me, I’m afraid to let go

Listen, for my words could be moans

 

The voices keep whispering

“There isn’t hope,” the say

“Let go! Let go!”

There isn’t anyone else

 

It’s a crowded world

No wonder I couldn’t be heard

With hundreds of valuable souls

Who was I to be spared?

“Runaway! Disappear!

They’ll never notice”

Tired as I was

I’m still too scared to lose grip

 

Look beyond what I can show

Hear more than what I can share

See how my heart tears behind my mask

And how irreparable it feels inside

 

© 2010 shayne


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The sense and fear of one's personality being crowded out comes through loud and clear; this is a wonderful piece

Posted 10 Years Ago


It’s a crowded world
No wonder I couldn’t be heard
With hundreds of valuable souls
Who was I to be spared?
This is my favorite part, I can relate to alot of this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


it's me again! lol anyways back to the review: this i can defiantly relate to. in a crowded world where no one but you can hear yourself. just wishing to disappear. and the last stanza was really showing strength after you wouldn't be able to be heard. once again i love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I could relate all to well to these voices you so eloquently express... These were ones I heard for years.. wanting to run away.. disappear... You powerfully relate that feeling of anxiety and angst so well. Amazing.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Manila, Catholic, Philippines



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