No Man's LandA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem...I’m the silhouette of a man, -with a cigarette in his hand. And I still have yet to stand, -from the edge of this bed, My thoughts in No Man’s Land. I’m a nomad, banned To wander among the sands -of this shifting, silent desert, Where each step is an effort, -not to sink beneath the dunes. Nightly, I fight the -desire to disappear. An insomniac, I’m attacked -nightly, by my fears. I’m too tired to sleep. Too lost to dream. Lost in thoughts deep, -where nothing is what it seems. With deep worn eyes, -I slowly realize. That my cigarette’s unlit. And the lighter across the room, -I’m too tired to get. Awake, I’m a Shade. I feel fake, as I fade. The world around me’s too solid, -to truly be real. My mind is blank, I’m stolid, -unable to truly feel. Sometimes I wonder, -if the world around me exists. So I can simply form a list, -of things I don’t understand. Because, though I’m here, -all I feel is the sands. Filling my shoes, -weighing me down. Filling my thoughts, -drowning the sound. I’m not alive. I’m not dead. Because both would require, -me to have ever left my head. I’m the silhouette of a man, -with a cigarette in his hand. Awake, I’m a shadow in this land -but, in my fleeting dreams… …I sing amongst the sands. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on November 6, 2012 Last Updated on November 6, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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