Lost in the end

by Kris Lynn   Jul 5, 2005


Every day a dream,
No,
a nightmare
hard to see!

Everyone staring,
criticizing,
who do they want
me to be?

Not this,
not that,
Nothing more!
What is left for me now?

Left to wait,
to sit and wonder,
In the darkness
asking how.

The tides
roll in
the clouds
block light

All of the days
have now become
the absence of
the night.

Laying
on my back
looking up
no more forever

No longer a crack
finally a break
at the mercy
of the lever.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Stumbling Shaman

    I'm not sure why, but this change in style appeals to me; so different from your other poems. The spaces between the words help tell the story here. I guess sometimes less is more. It makes me wonder how you would have handwritten it, like, how it would have been set out on the page... charming little piece, that.

  • 19 years ago

    by ღ Christina ღ

    Wow that was an excellent poem! ANd i really liked the ryhme sheme in this was also!

  • 19 years ago

    by Carmen

    not your best, but it was a good poem. i can definitely understand what its about

  • 19 years ago

    by katie!

    Interesting, like an argument, a sort of conversation with yourself, another well written poem, kept me hooked all the way through

    keep it up

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  • 19 years ago

    by midnight♥lullibys

    wow that was amazing....great job...i love it....the flow was so different from other poems...but i like it so much better it different!! ha well i felt alot of agony in the words...great job 5/5

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