Description: ... Mmm I really don't know... just have so much on my mind trying so hard to get it out but .. its hard to "just" write about it.
Here I Stand -------------------------------------------
The destrcution is in process...
This meticulously desinged box..
It is now when these walls
That surrounded this so carefully structured box..
That then crumble benthe me..
For I am broken
Just as my walls are..
But more importantly..
Have kept them out..
and Myself in...
Now I stand before them
Yet I am surrounded by several
I am not alone..
Yet I choose to be..
I feel this pain
But it could be contained..
Yet I choose to feel this excruciating pain
Because this is all I've felt...
So here I am...
This box ..
No longer lingers with me
Those walls no longer Protect me
I'm abonded by all I was acoustomed to..
So here I stand
Thanks for commenting on mine! Wow this one runs deep... it's very depressive and can easily be pictured in the mind. There was a few mistakes with capitalization and spelling, but over all I understood it. Keep up the work!
Nie work here, but tas littered with typos, i really appreciated d sense of void coneyed through the entire poem making it fit with the theme. depression can choke and is rather contagious like leprosy...i would love to ask if the ''BOX'' MENTIONED HERE IN D POEM REFERS TO YOUR HEART?