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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

Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015

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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 :) Login to Reply