THIS THING

by Cindy Miller   Jun 10, 2006


What is this thing that enters my mind? Showing me my life is unkind.

What is this thing that no one can see? Yet my soul says its happening to me.

Why is this thing always near?
Always keeps me feeling this fear.

Why is this thing speaking a moan? When within a crowd, I feel so alone.

Where is this thing when my life feels right? As it seems to be when I sleep at night.

Where is this thing when the truth appears? Showing me that he doesn't care.

When will this thing leave my heart? Or is that when I know I need a new start?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Kenny

    Cindy, This is a good piece. Recalling emotions in myself.

    Thank you for sharing it. It gets easier...

    K~

  • 17 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I loved it, it was beautifully written and was well worded, keep writing my friend
    xxx
    Love Tara-Kay
    Beautifully poetic

  • 17 years ago

    by Dre4meR

    Excellent Poem Indeed...

  • 17 years ago

    by Bloomed Rose

    Beautiful! keep up the good poetry!
    5/5

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