As my room gets darkerA 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?
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5 Reviews Added on June 14, 2014 Last Updated on June 14, 2014 AuthorOrlando WynnFLAboutHello 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..Writing
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