in a strange place tonight...
heavy vegetation all around,
no others within sight or hearing,
the air is heavy,
the feeling is as if i am inside a living thing,
and i hear it breathing,
feel it breathing,
and inside this thing,
it is louder than my thoughts,
pounding my mind into a numbing blank...
i don't want to go any further,
i don't want to go back,
i just want to
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Laraine Smith (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, September 18 2009, 06:33 pm|
This poem really got to me.
|shiloh (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, September 19 2009, 05:11 am|
can you tell me how it affected you?
|Tarna (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, September 20 2009, 04:16 am|
The fear of your inner jungles. Still haunting your memories into the darkness of a dream it seems. Very dark but a really good write... and read.. great descriptive piece
|Colin (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, September 20 2009, 04:26 am|
thank goodness it was just a bad dream or was it?
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|shiloh (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, September 21 2009, 12:53 am|
i really appreciate it when someone tells me how they see things or feel after they read one of my poems. it helps guide me in future works. peace...
|LinzAy (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, September 21 2009, 01:43 am|
Great writing :)
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