Dead Inside by Mike

I walk straight ahead, eyes looking down.
Instead of a smile, I wear a frown.
I bump into people as I walk by,
Apologise without looking them in the eye.

I feel dead inside, no real emotions.
My whole body moving in a clockwork motion.
My eyes two lumps of dull sightless black,
My arms and legs four flour filled sacks.

The whole world turns, passing me by,
I miss it all because of one lie.
I hope I get over this darkness soon,
Or it might haunt me forever, become my boon.

Aimee: ) (202.89.42.223) -- Sunday, January 9 2005, 09:32 pm

mike
hey love your poem!!!your a really good writter
kept it up!!! hope you have an awesome 2005

Raimee (80.5.40.153) -- Monday, March 7 2005, 10:36 pm

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What's a boon? Nice poem tho, as always.

LBK (84.9.36.131) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 12:36 am

,,,
Yeah, what's boon?...And...explain..."I miss it all because of one lie."

Mike (82.35.77.233) -- Tuesday, March 22 2005, 08:55 pm

"I missed it all because of one lie"
Something happened a couple of years ago.. Someone in my family told a lie.. Thats what started the mess I'm in. It might not seem like a big thing, but it is when you know what that lie was..

Terrie* (65.150.165.34) -- Wednesday, March 23 2005, 01:27 am

Hi Mike,
i must say you have an interestin' way with words..love the honesty portrayed in all.i can so feel and understand what you are puttin' out there from your heart.one lie no matter how Mi-nute it may seem it is still a lie..it can automatically turn a heart from a warm soft satin cloud to a cold sheet of metal..until a true heart comes along..or someone sets things right..still we keep our guard up and protect our heart been there..we remain friends ..you will survive i did...Terrie*

Holly (82.34.160.81) -- Wednesday, April 6 2005, 10:28 pm

Boon..?
I feel the exact same way at school, particularly the first stanza, it's really good. Is boon a word you made up to make it rhyme? Kidding ;)

Mike (212.85.21.178) -- Thursday, April 7 2005, 04:20 pm

Boon..
Boon is like some sort of slang thing [I think]. It means something that is constantly there, it won't go away.

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