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)Blackness(
by Justin Mccormick
copyright 04-06-2005


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
This is a poem I posted on another site some time ago. I often go back to this feeling, when I lose someone I care about, or a friend... like just recently... anyway enjoy.



I awake,
my eyes open,
but they perceive,
only darkness.
light cannot pierce,
this dark shell,
that ensnares me.
I can't feel.
It's as if I’m not there.
I can't see or feel me.
no one cares either.
friends pass me,
and cannot see me,
but I sense their passing,
and cannot feel them.
nothingness...
blackness...
I'm deaf to their sounds,
and blinded too.
I scream and hear nothing.
I am muted by,
this black cave.
I cry and no tears come.
I cannot even get,
the satisfaction,
of brokenness.
I cannot even feel,
the bed I know,
I was once in.
when I slept,
feels long ago,
gone....
that time was forever ago,
and now I am nothing.
no sound.
no sight.
no feeling.
no touch.
no friends now.
no time.
no dreams.
no happiness.
only one hope left...
and it's fading...
slowly...
fading...
into...
the...
dark...
ness...............
......
forgive.... me............


By Justin McCormick (K' Heart)


"To never KNOW me, is to never understand me.... So who now can say they understand me, not anyone I know......."




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04-08-2005 James Shammas    

I think feeling nothing is worse than feeling the pain of being alive. Feeling like "celophane" is an apt description of essentially a psychic death of one's self. So, keep talking, talking, and talking, especially about the things you don't want to talk about, if you feel the same as the person you are writing about.
I like the poem to-- the way it fades to so few words as if you're fading to. It captures that feeling of isolation and desperation well.

Jim
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