Quizitive sensibility

by Milla   Nov 9, 2008


Numbing unrealistic pain
a shock wave of unbearable measure.
No way to believe it
No way to ignore it.

Is this how life turns out?
Scary evenings of doubt?
Morning sickness that last all week?
A frighting future.

He destroyed your insides
She hinders you spirit.
The days blur into each-other
The years never differ.

You no longer recognize
the person in the mirror.
You no longer recognize
your own feelings.

You ponder this though
for months.
Are you really hurting,
Or are you just making it up?

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  • 15 years ago

    by WitherBlisterBurnandPeel

    She hinder you spirit
    i would consider revising this, possibly she hinders your spirit, and Pounder this, i am assuming that you mean Ponder
    but overall a good read
    your poem tells a story, flows somewhat well, and people can relate to it. Great job and keep up the good work.

    Complex :)

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