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This is what I've come to feel most times. It's my first shot at poetry, so forgive me if it's awful.


Submitted:Aug 21, 2010    Reads: 391    Comments: 15    Likes: 5   




It feels like the world has stopped spinning.
Crickets stopped chirping.
Sun stopped rising.
Music stopped playing.
People stopped breathing.

I blink.
Why am I still here?

There is no light,
No colors,
No sound,
No smell,
No life.

I close my eyes. Tight.
Where am I?

Memories flash by.
Black lids as a background.
But it doesn't matter.
Nothing does anymore.

I take a deep breath.
And scream.

It's all too much.
Surrounding me.
Enclosing me.
Suffocating me.

My screaming stops.
And I wish,
Everything else would, too.





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