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The Feeling
Could you say
I fell forward
With caution thoughts,
Yet full weight ahead
Plummeting I hurt,
I lay alone
With wonders plaguing my mind
A what if
A maybe
A touch
A stare
A feeling
Repressible emotions
Are to blame;
I am to blame.
Could you say
The attachment I hold
Is but a self-induced curse,
I know it true
Could you say
I long for those moments
Withering
Abandoned
Exiled
Would you say
That in the end you didn’t,
A fleeting feeling at most.
Would you say
Forget everything
I’m done.
You did.
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Comments
lou
Sat, 2011-11-05 03:01
Hi
i like the way you have constructed thus poem and I enjoyed the poem in general, but I would remove the word forwardly from the first Stanza as it Is a made up word and maybe simply replace it with forward.
Lou
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Layune
Tue, 2011-11-08 15:57
Thank you for the feedback, I
Thank you for the feedback, I will take the suggestion and change forwardly to forward. I'm glad you could enjoy my poem.
Layune
Tue, 2011-11-08 16:00
Thanks for the comment, I
Thanks for the comment, I have taken Lou's suggestion and changed it to forward. I am glad that the end summed up my poem, I think that was one of my main turning points, admitting it to myself. Thanks again.
wesley snow
Tue, 2011-11-08 18:54
I'm too old fashioned,
but this didn't have enough "form" (for lack of a better term) to hold me. I did however, like the ending. As you said, it rather summed the whole thing. Good content, just not enough "poesy" for my tastes. wesley
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weirdelf
Wed, 2011-11-09 11:45
mmm
could be more to this
cheers,
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