Graveyard Of Myself

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this, in 2010. It's part of my 1st poem set, Forgotten Recovery.

Submitted: September 22, 2015

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Submitted: September 22, 2015

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Stuck, in, a cell, of, time, that's, completely, stopped.

What happened, to the dreams, I, once, held, inside?

Part, of, me, has been, robbed, this, isn't, the way, I, remember, life.

Dead, feelings, are all, that, remain, in, this, graveyard, of, myself.

Love, just, an imitation, of, an illusion, inside, my, head.

Love, just, an invitation, for, something, that's, already, dead.

Burials, of, wasted, ideas, building up, until, they, overflow.

Like ashes, as, white, as, snow, falling, to the ground, below.

I, can't remember, the last, time, my, heart, felt, this, cold.


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