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What Is Phenomenon?

Poetry By: Lannie
Young adult


A poem about confusion in one person's life.


Submitted:Feb 16, 2009    Reads: 99    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


A very confused day
Feeling of confusion, deep in the throat
Darkness, filled the empty pray
Deadness, lies beneath the float
Eschew from the truth
Ripping out the very vivacity
Clunks of chattering tooth
Blood itching moment, followed to the vast city
Perturbation,
Pique,
Indignant
Compassionate for thy
Showingfor the face
That appear before me
Taking it at it own pace
Exonerate me if wrong
A contravention
And there on my case
Won't let me be
What is phenomenon?
What is beneath this partition?
An effigy that isblocking the way
Where is this going?
Is it going anywhere?
I abhorrence
I heed

I can't take this anymore

I need to break this worry

Scene of absence everywhere
A very confused night
Letting the souls of shade
Hold on very tight
Before the final fade
Calumniation,
Genuineness,
Bliss,
Wretched,
What is phenomenon?
What is beneath this partition?
An effigy that is jamming the way
Where is this going?
Is it going anywhere?
I abhorrence
I heed
I can't take this to any further extent
I need to break this prospect
Scene of absence everywhere
The fraudulence of the night
The lie of the century
Amity
Is the relish
I don't necessitate to be absolved
I need to be informed
I can't hold on perpetually
I am a person of my word
I wonder the night
I wonder the streets
Looking for answers
For this dreaded dream
This lurid
Caring so very bottomless
A slice to the throat
Blood of broken vast
Listen to the gasp
The freshness of autonomy
Freedom to think
The thought of running away
Scares the reminiscence
Memory of Prey
Memory of who I once was
Learned from this
Learned who I truly was
Time to let go
Torment the very one
What is phenomenon?
What is beneath this partition?
An effigy that is jamming the way
Where is this going?
Is it going anywhere?
I abhorrence
I heed
A new day will arrive
The fight will continue
It will force with all its drive
There is so much left to do
The time will erupt
The time will cease
Goodbye to me
Goodbye to good will
Goodbye to the sun
Goodbye to everything
This will never be the end
But the end of this great story
Story of bafflement
Story of who I use to be




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