It is a feeling that is unfeeling and washes over you.
You know what's missing, but what can you do?
They're dead and in a way, so are you.
So many people, but you are so alone.
In this world you spin,
Never stopping, afraid to feel alive again.
So much passes you by,
All you want to do is crawl in a hole and die.
None of it matters anymore,
Did it ever?
The same plague that struck them can take you
And what do you feel?
What do you feel...?
...What do you feel...?
NOTHING.
Just expressing myself, you don't have to.
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i really like this poem..and i really get it...great job
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This was beautiful, I agree, it had a good flow and it expressed the emotions in a well-kept and kinda secret way without giving it all away. I loved this poem...you did so well and the ending leaves a reader with a wierd feeling, lol...awesome job!
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Thank you both so much for commenting. And thanks for the complements.
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Wow, I'd like to tell you how beautiful this was.
You did an amazing job writing it, you're a beautiful poet.
This was so emotional but you worked withit and turned it into a masterpiece.
Sometimes that's how we create masterpieces, us writers and poets and artists; by expressing everything we feel and not caring too much about the results and feedback, but doing it for us.
I actually think that's what happens more than not!
...It's that way for me at least.
ANyway, I'm Taylor Nice to meet you
I loved this.
Keep it up.
xoxo
tay
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