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by Indian Comma Bean Sep 22, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting in this empty room, the lights are off, my head clasped in my hands, reality is fleeting from me. Nothing has ever been so clear to me as this is, the confusion has never felt so comforting yet chaotic. My mind projects images, that seem so unreal, of a boy and a girl looking so close, so joyous, so... Happy... I knew that it could not be me, I cry out for it to stop as the surroundings form so vividly yet all so distorted. The feeling of guilt sets in, as the depression takes its toll, my mind takes on the aspects of a hopeless void. But had I given in, had I lost heart and succumb, then not only would I have been lost to myself but I fear I would- Be lost to something more... As the veil was lifted, and this shroud relieved, the lights went on and I saw what I had become. The smile on my face seeming so untaught, so unbelievable yet it felt like nothing I have felt before. And it is not till I realize, that my future held so much more then old age and sadness, But that my future held so much- Opportunity...