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Poetry By: Ian Dawn

Just an internal thought of those living within themselves as I do at times

Submitted:Dec 15, 2011    Reads: 48    Comments: 17    Likes: 5   

My breath comes soft and silent

As I sit knees pulled up and scared

I hate the darkness that surrounds

As I intake air my nostrils flared

My sight all but gone thru closed eyes

Except for dancing colours and white

My mind playing tricks on my senses

Because both of them are shut so tight

My heart starts to increase its beat

Like jungle drums within my chest

I cannot breath, the pressure is too much

I fear I may end up, as the forsaken rest

My body begins to rock back and forth

With heightened thoughts of outcomes new

I try my best to stay calm and bright

But I am so unsure exactly what to do

My mind plays tricks and this is not real

They happen when I and not right inside

And I turn inward upon myself and cower

With hope that from the world I can hide

My skin crawls with horrific anticipation

As I feel the first icy touch of evils Veil

I know I must stand, flee and run away

But If I was to try I would surely fail

My life is now an empty shell l of mire

That functions daily without joy or fun

My time it seems to be all too clear to see

I need to make a choice to live or Run.

And for my sanity, I must break free!


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