What is mine

by beav   Jan 16, 2007


Extremities tremble with
chilled wind blowing relentlessly
lost in oblivion
a void
alone i cry out
the wind takes my words
leaves me in silence
solitude is absent
sanity is moot
serenity is lost
somehow i remain content
in my pain i find peace
it is my pain
i can call it my own
to know i have something
be it pleasure or otherwise
it is mine alone
me
alone

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  • 17 years ago

    by David

    Sanity and serenity, two words i never read. great poem. i loved how you set it out, different yet effective.

    5/5 David

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Poem is great as all yours i just never
    understand how some one can hurt
    themselves and feel plesure from
    it . its what i wrote about in my
    darkside. good is bad pain is pleasure its dark but i still don't get it
    im sorry i can't read all ur poems
    some are to hard for my dumb ass words too big. I was'nt always this
    stipid drugs burns cells and once
    gone thier gone

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