Hi
Great work by the way to get this out in the way you did. It would have been great having an authors note so as to know something more. It seems this person wishes to be translucent and almost not be visible. I can so relate to this on some level. But I don't think I can honestly say, I have suffered from pistanthrophobia.
I did a little edit suggestion as It might make your poem read smoother. three things:
1. Caps i'm to I'm.
2. added is to "my future is destroyed."
3. broke to poem into verses.
Blessings
El
I can't talk to anyone,
no I'm not dumb.
I can't feel anything,
no I'm not numb.
I don't wave a "Hi",
I never say goodbye.
I can't let my eyes contact,
I don't want to look pretty,
I just want to know new facts.
Because I can't let this happen again to me,
my past speaks for me,
my present doesn't exist,
furthermore, my future is destroyed.
I'm afraid of trusting people,
I have pistanthrophobia.
It doesn't matter now,
they killed my soul,
only my body lives.
Amazing poetry my friend.
"my past speaks for me,
my present doesn't exist,
furthermore, my future is destroyed."
The above lines. Solid and true for the many of us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Great poem, Shadowine! The emotion really came through, and it was very well written. I have read a few of your poems now, and I love them! You're really a talented poet. Nice work. Keep writing!
omg!!! its such a painful description mann!!!!! i love the way you write....i have almost read all of your poems and trust me you write really very well..'
Night shadowine!!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you so much Anime Otaku! this means a lot :D
The poem has almost the flavor of a riddle in its structure, like I'm to guess what happened to make this person the walking dead. "I don't want to look pretty/ I just want to know new facts/ because I can't let this happen again to me" - these lines hold the key to the riddle of what great trauma could kill the soul and reduce someone to a shadow of their former self? This is a beautiful depiction of what happens when we have been so violated intrinsically, to the core of us, that we simply can't connect with people anymore, see no present or future, not just walking wounded, but walking dead. My heart understands this kind of tragedy. Well written, and makes me want to reach out- though I know that would be too scary for the "I" of this poem.
"Pistanthrophobia"..I guess that you really love words. I think that anybody can somewhat relate to this, although I am more one of those people that trusts people to easily. :)