StatuesqueA Poem by nocturnalbeastI can feel myself hardening. Turning to stone. No emotions. No time to feel. Just work. Work my emotions away. Work til I have none left. I am turning to stone. People knocking to see if I'm still here. Still the person I used to be. They haven't realized that I'm hardening. Turning dark. My soul is evil, encapsulated in my stone shell. Never to be let loose again. Too many emotions. I let them go..... and I don't plan on trying to find them. © 2008 nocturnalbeastReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 9, 2008 AuthornocturnalbeastDetroit, MIAboutI really don't know..... I'm kindda confused about myself right now.... But...whoever is reading this....I LOVE U!. [[really]]. I love acting. [[Theatre is my life]] singing. [[harmonizing]] dancing. .. more..Writing
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