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[sid] => 43451
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => October
[time] => 2004-04-16 01:33:21
[hometext] => I wrote this while looking out the window of my dorm room Freshman year of college, wondering if I should jump... I'm fine now though, so don't worry :)
[bodytext] => October, and all is quiet. Trees hang low, supressed by the consumate grey. All is quiet. All is still. A silence so intimidating... It is everything- It is nothing. The window above my desk... Such a world I am separated from by a mere piece of glass One eighth of an inch is all it is. A barrier to freedom I could shatter it so easily, As easily as I shattered all the other barriers that lay before me... my heart my hope my life. There are no barriers now How can one be barred from nothing When nothing is all there is The grey hangs like a blanket Still I stare Window pane... Pain is all I feel. I am made up of fractured pieces of neatly shattered glass... My head spins, filled with grey noise. Somewhere deep inside I stare out the window of my soul... The room is suddenly very small. Everything that exists outside that tiny piece of glass That crystal prison That has become my very existance. I struggle on, drowning in the depths of my own hopelessness and despair... But it is no use. The struggle is over I pull the blinds. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 36 [informant] => amalyna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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