AE08Z14A Poem by ukcnn_
A longing for errands is bursting from my veins
My blood is leaking out My body is rotting in this place Life has left me for another world Everything inside of me is tired already And words do not make sense anymore Between a day and a night My handwriting changed And in the blink of an eye I no longer am Everything is split into two And language is no more Something holding me to this world © 2014 ukcnn_Author's Note
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1 Review Added on October 12, 2014 Last Updated on October 12, 2014 Tags: Longing tired fedup away Authorukcnn_AboutIronically, I am someone who loves language but struggles with words. I write, but I often do it without really thinking about anything. My pen starts filling in the empty space bit by bit, and I end .. more..Writing
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