As my room gets darker

As my room gets darker

A Poem by Orlando Wynn

As my room gets darker, 
So do my thoughts.
Was I really made from some God
And brought up from dust?
What is the spirit?
Who am I really?
Am I what I see in the mirror,
Or something different?

I often ponder the relationship between 
Love and lust,
And I wonder much deeper
Its relationship to us.
Can the soul be seen or touched,
Weighed,
Measured,
Or displayed before us?

Of course not,
It's never that simple
It is without shape or form
What is love?
I've felt its joy and its sorrow,
The longing of another's warmth
Like the breath of tomorrow

Yet, I can't stand its pain
Like a sword ripping through my heart
And sticking out my back
Leaving a wound that never heals,
Its pain constantly fresh within my mind
While to others I seem fine.

Does this show that I am strong?
Or am I truly weak having let something
Without shape or form
Torture me endlessly?

© 2014 Orlando Wynn


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Who are we? Why are we here? Where did we come from? Unless you are numbed down with religious fervor these are the question you really need to know, but the answers, through all the essays by learned men and women have been unable to find these answers. What we are left with is a solar-sized identity problem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

Solar-sized identity problem indeed haha :D maybe one day
Hitchhiker

10 Years Ago

Exactly! Maybe one day.



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Can you write a novel please I feel like you'd be a fantastic author

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

Maybe I'll consider doing that :D
Age old questions -the poem really travelled from selfish exploration to a universal debate/examination but seems doggedly moot as is a combustible riddle that has wasted the precious moments of the living.....though some would call it philosophical ....an insightful personal exploration.

Posted 10 Years Ago


wow orlando this poem is really deep. especially the ending "Does this show that I am strong?
Or am I truly weak having let something
Without shape or form
Torture me endlessly?"

I pretty much feel that way on a day to day bases


Posted 10 Years Ago


Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

Ahh so glad people could relate! Aha :D
Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

Sir Cahjli :{D
Many of these questions I also ask myself and it's beyond frustrating how I will never know the answers. I'm sure many people wonder these things and you have just informed them it's not just them, others wonder too. Very nice :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

I'm so glad to hear all these brains are working hard lol thank you for the review I love being able.. read more
Who are we? Why are we here? Where did we come from? Unless you are numbed down with religious fervor these are the question you really need to know, but the answers, through all the essays by learned men and women have been unable to find these answers. What we are left with is a solar-sized identity problem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Orlando Wynn

10 Years Ago

Solar-sized identity problem indeed haha :D maybe one day
Hitchhiker

10 Years Ago

Exactly! Maybe one day.

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Added on June 14, 2014
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Orlando Wynn
Orlando Wynn

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Hello people of the planet Earth. My name is Orlando, I'm 18 and have an unhealthy habit of listening to Kid Cudi... life isn't as it seems. more..

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