18 June, 2007
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


I don't feel much like being part of the world today
Matter of fact, I'd just soon it all go away
Since that can't happen I guess I'll just stay
Alone in my bed with my feelings of grey

I'm tired of feeling like I don't play
Into the hands of modeling clay
Fitting into some mold and told to portray
Some un-flawed being of perfection displayed

Instead of sharing my thoughts of dismay
Of which, on my heart does heavily weigh
I think I will just lay here till the darkness gives way
And put the feelings down in this little essay


Comments on this poem/writing:

shiloh ( -- Wednesday, June 20 2007, 03:01 am

Neat! I really like this one!

I can definitetly relate to this one. I sometimes "hide" in bed all day long, away from the world, shades drawn, music on low to drown out household noises, and try to sleep and if I'm lucky on those days, I can kill the entire day... then I get up after everyone else has gone to bed, and I have the house to myself, it's quiet, I go to the keyboard and I write.
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