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Silently

I sit silently hoping my written words would be enough but... this journey continue to be rough Taken my words displayed with out me Madness... Arises within me "The Weather" returning Silently I sit with out my own my words my thoughts gone with the wind devoured into the streets like "The Web" Madness... but... silently I sit Hoping that one day they will return to me Madness... seeking restitution what ever it may be Madness... creeping into my life again gone with the wind devoured into the streets like the web I sit in silent and wait for that day me and my thoughts are reunited with all the love and emotions put into them

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Notmy Realname

Date: 11/16/2015 10:12:00 PM

Wow I'm quite surprised no one commented here... I suppose I like this poem because I can relate to it. That crazy all-consuming feeling you get when you can't write or express anything really- not even in your own head. Even deeper than that, sitting alone and feeling that "weather" returning; wow. Yup, I can DEFINITELY relate. thanks for this poem, and have a good rest of your day :)