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From Solitude, from sleep and involuntary peeps
trying way too hard as i try to tell you speaking
to you though words that barely made it out,
mumble, madness but screams babbled made from my mouth.
Solitude was a stitch id wear now torn from the warrens
when that last word left my tongue sadness struck your compliments,
tears fell and the hand you hadn't held long was gone
where you feel the anger of remorseful nothings,
You yelled the sort of yell not discouraged.
Empty was the point of acceptance and the lack of hope
was the cusp, the dawn of both these sides
as branches were the blackness of a robe.
Solitude was the point twine
decline settled but yet bargaining with
death was the most dishevel,
gulping from the discontent
the detail that was the devil
grasping at my throat and
wind pipes were dis-prevailed
by the time these words got to you
and your last tear already fell,
again i was pronounced as dead
did my words denounce this hell
as you knew once was enough.
Dark as the feel of the sharpest-dullness
concealed in thyself is the concealing self.
trying way too hard as i try to tell you speaking
to you though words that barely made it out,
mumble, madness but screams babbled made from my mouth.
Solitude was a stitch id wear now torn from the warrens
when that last word left my tongue sadness struck your compliments,
tears fell and the hand you hadn't held long was gone
where you feel the anger of remorseful nothings,
You yelled the sort of yell not discouraged.
Empty was the point of acceptance and the lack of hope
was the cusp, the dawn of both these sides
as branches were the blackness of a robe.
Solitude was the point twine
decline settled but yet bargaining with
death was the most dishevel,
gulping from the discontent
the detail that was the devil
grasping at my throat and
wind pipes were dis-prevailed
by the time these words got to you
and your last tear already fell,
again i was pronounced as dead
did my words denounce this hell
as you knew once was enough.
Dark as the feel of the sharpest-dullness
concealed in thyself is the concealing self.
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Solitude in the perspective of feeling/being empty
Solitude the idea of not being able to forget
isolating it inside what is the self
i guess death isn't always the one
that is physical death
and the idea that solitude is being unable
to share a loss.
That is the meaning of my poem
first hand being the goodbye 1st person
and the knowing once is enough 2nd person
Solitude the idea of not being able to forget
isolating it inside what is the self
i guess death isn't always the one
that is physical death
and the idea that solitude is being unable
to share a loss.
That is the meaning of my poem
first hand being the goodbye 1st person
and the knowing once is enough 2nd person
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