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By Felicia •

On the cold dirt i cry letting out my pain drifting from reality to a new world I faintly hear screams echoing in the darkness calling my name hunting for my sole My fear for my sanity is lost and my inner terror is released as it contaminates my blood I experience a awaking I think, I'm tired of this constant anxiety and I'm sick of this place I call home In the end nothing matters And what do I have to loose? Felicia Mac

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July 8, 2008 05:52~Stay_Beautiful~20104

This an extremely expressive and powerful poem! Great job

February 16, 2009 17:17Tyler Cedric Golden

this is a very interesting poem and thank you for the earlier comment lol and yes i realize it was random but being playful and expresive is just a small part of the makings of poetry...hmmm and if you are interested in such darkness and hopelessness of a poem i highly recommend you read my poem (Concept of Hell) and tell me what you think if you would like....hmmm random thought.......

March 29, 2009 01:21Tyler Cedric Golden

thx for your comments and hope you had an enjoyable vacation...although this may be disappointing I am taking a break on my writings for my own personal reasons....Tyler