edges of space

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about the times all I feel like hiding, about all the times i think that I am all alone. I know that others out there feeling just like i feel...

Submitted: April 09, 2014

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I sit on the edge of this

solemn bed of mine.

Like sitting on the edge of

outer-space,  the universe.

I feel nothing, I hear nothing,

I do see darkness in all of the space it clouds my

mind blacking out the sun.

This life full of space, full

of chatter sounding like a drone of

white noise.

Is it worth the empty space

that's on my heart?

The universe has set fires in

those empty spaces.

Now, I lay in the empty space

that my body has formed in the solemn

bed of mine.

 


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