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Inside yourself A barrier Around yourself More barriers You are just A carrier A message to bring No tune to sing But in a box A dark black box The wishing well Is hard to tell With bright red eyes And dirty lies The shadow man Is scary and He grabs you And hurts you Spilling his seed Making you bleed Gathers his crops And he never stops |
Sounds very nasty and hopeless. There is no hope and nothing but unspeakable nastiness. And being unspeakable, it is nasty. I feel hopeless reading your poem and with no end to the nastiness. | Posted on 2015-08-29 00:00:00 | by Torie | [ Reply to This ] | Hmm this is kind of scary. Sounds like fear. I hope if this is a personal cycle of your own that you get past it. I think inevitably cycles can be broken. Moved from. Learned enough to change. I guess to me this represents personal doubt. Insecurity. Something i'm getting past, but something I've still got to work on a good bit of the time. | | Posted on 2015-08-10 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |