Welcome of the Chalk OutlineA Poem by Firefly
I am not myself, i am not me.
I am the essence of what i Can be, what could come Of me, if there is more to me Than meets the eye, i Want to keep it hidden. I try to find it, that feeling. I believe it's there, somewhere, But i do not deserve that love. I fall, alone and cold. I hear the screams of my past Echoe through my mind. The lights, so bright, a Blinding hatred overpowers This underpowering sense. All my questions, solved With one painless and pointless Answer. The concrete jungle closes in. I see faces, known, unknown And to be known, they appear Fixated on something below, But a growing chalk outline Awaiting my arrival. The feeling of freedom releases Me from my unearthly troubles. The only bliss i've had the courtesy Of introducing myself to, with open arms. Cut. It ends. All hope, all bliss, all agony, beauty and joy. Gone. Before thy end, one only feels regret. © 2013 FireflyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 28, 2013 Last Updated on August 28, 2013 AuthorFireflyDublin, Apatheistic, IrelandAboutIm a late writer, but write everyday, whenever i can about whatever i can. I tend to write about dark subjuects that have a brighter underlying beauty. My subjects can also be serious, regarding cu.. more..Writing
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