Separate

by tati   Mar 14, 2004


Sitting on the edge of the world
the wind running through my hair
a chill runs up my spine
no ones near

i look back on the world
with its chaos and frustrations
i don't belong here
to many complications

i am always alone
I'm one life behind
not aware of my surroundings
i must be blind

i don't die like mortals do
i slowly waste away
and like ashes
i disappear in the breeze

a creature i am
different from you all
you think you know what I'm feeling
but you don't know until you fall

Ive fallen to my own world
away from this painful place
Ive built an unreality
somewhere i can face

if you search for me
you'll find me here
i see you there
farther away

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  • 17 years ago

    by Mighty442

    You have very good flow in your poems.