This never-ending something
And so this became the isolation that i am.
I can only look to me to find the way this all began
this confusion,the constant hunger for something more
than this I strive to find this being that I envision, yet seem to miss. Could it be that i am empty or maybe a little lost?Could it be that i am lonely or seek happiness at any cost? This never-ending something depicts the illusion of myself and all i have to do is hide.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Heart broken | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Hope | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
| What more does it take for you? | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| What am I going to do if you let me go? | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Wrapped in your love | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| This never-ending something | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Alone,Exiled, and Disdained |
1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not her another | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| To all of us | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Unheared voice | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Why did you have to walk out that door? | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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