Vain Hopes
It feels like my soul is freezing
My wounds are open, I keep bleeding
My eyes are so wet and red
The tears keep falling silently
In this room there isn’t anyone but me
I feel so lonely
And I can’t recall the last time I was free
Looking at the sky I felt I belonged here
Looking at the sea and I wanted to swim
Through these high waves where no one could see
Someone like me
Maybe there isn’t any reason to believe
That it would happen again
I’m forever lost in my confusing nightmare
Dead4Rest commented on Vain Hopes
06-01-2010
06/02/2010
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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