Here is the beauty of poetry once again, that which is said is not always what is. but that which is said is also - just that!
Mind Games #1: BREATHE
Hello? Hello?
Any body there?
What is this place?
Of shattered hope?
Of broken hearts?
It’s so cold here, and it stinks of fear
Hello? Hello?
Anybody here?
Why am I here?
Where is my home?
Scattered memories, and dusty smiles
To this place I sure don’t belong!
Can’t breathe!
Where are the windows here?
Where is the exit here?
This is not claustrophobic fun…
Come on! Someone
Where is the sun?
I am choking, choking
This place is so familiar…
NO!
This place is so strange…
In the dusty labyrinth of my body, I am trapped; life doesn’t live here any more,
I need to BREATHE!
Zamezinhle'07
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Girl...wat da hell are u on 'bout?????
ReplyDeleteU know, u really gotta start talkin in, say, english maybe? its much more user friendly.
BUT u know i LUV UR CRAZY ASS!!!
No hatin, just sum fun.
Chek out my blogs, i think u'll like them.
Holla!!!!
Midge...Da Exqst!!!