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A poem called "Fiction"

Poetry By: wballard23
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Well this could be consider poetry to insomnia. I hope you enjoy.


Submitted:Sep 5, 2009    Reads: 78    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


"Fiction"

At this day I see all things in a blur/

Like a window covered in condinsation a fog if it where/

I can't see where I have been or where I am going just walking blind in a lost state of mind/

I fall to my kneeze and cry out worthy, I have been captured and raptured/

And have seen a place that can not be explained...it seems to be a speical place that you once took me to before/

But you are not here/

But I feel as if your near/

I didn't get it before but I do now...

why everyone is dead except me...

I am not the only still walking and talking I am the same as them/

You see them too/

For me its always like this/

WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN THE WORLD YOU BUILT IS ONLY "FICTION"?





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