Life.

Life.

A Poem by Sara S.

As a "he loves me, 
he loves me not" thought
making marathons in my head.

The machine turns,
but it isn't working.
Im stuck. 
No where to go.

Wanting to put lonesome on the shelf,
alone in this maze, we call
life. 

© 2013 Sara S.


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you are true, it's what is life. some time it seems that life's some thing, but really it's nothing, good writing
sayed thangal

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sara S.

10 Years Ago

I like that, "...life is something, but really it's nothing..." Thank you :)
Nicely depicted the mental process of a certain moment.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sara S.

10 Years Ago

Thank you, thank you ☺
zainul

10 Years Ago

You are most welcome.
I like the analogy of marathons in the head...Bravo...........

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sara S.

10 Years Ago

Thank you again! Love your comments ☺
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)................

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Just a teenage girl trying to find herself behind a pencil and a piece of paper. I wish there was poem word to sum up my life, but there isn't, soooo I write plenty to find out where I truly fit. .. more..

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