Danielle White Poet Rhyme

67 Suicides

My eyes are open yet I see nothing
because there is nothing to see,

I go to my job and stare at the clock
there's nothing that I want to be,

I long to be conscious when I am
asleep
perhaps in my dreams I am free,

I seem alive but I'm really half-dead
and my path is strewn with debris.

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Sara Kendrick March 22, 2012 at 6:09 PM Interesting work that you have penned...Sara

J. Dover December 30, 2011 at 1:05 PM Beautiful poem, Danielle :) I love the rhythm and such deep meaning behind it al :) MY kind of poetry! Thanks for sharing, Love, J.

Poet Destroyer A December 24, 2011 at 8:45 PM Danielle, wow...i love the depth where this came from... especailly the part where you say...there is nothing to see... Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. May your Wishes come true this coming Year! God, bless you and your happy family. Always, here to enjoy the love that goes around the soup... ~p.d.

Sarah Seraphin November 18, 2011 at 5:36 AM * "I Love Your Beautiful Name My Dear, Sweet Danielle * The Flavour of This Soulit Poem * Bringing Something Clinging Amid The Darker Shades Perhaps * Smiling Into Yohr Beautiful Eyes * My Luv, Always * Sarah." *