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[title] => Exhausted Loneliness
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[bodytext] => Jittering, shaking, shattered calm. The air is a heavy blanket suffocating me, the oblivion is endless. The world is twisting, changing shape foreign to my experience, confusion takes over my vision. I am blinded by my fears, I cannot see through the murky cloud of my paranoia. Overwhelmed by my insecurities, I stagger, falling into an existance not quite living. I stumble through life, waiting for a sign that I will be whole again. Part of me is gone, lost in a forest of the dark shadows within my mind. I am being governed by my fears, shut out from the world. Kept from an existance in harmony with the populace. I cross the threshold into lonliness, a never ending spiral into the depths of hell. I only see the world passing by my window. But the window is shut tight, locked down by the very essence of my existance. Lightening streaks across the sky, and I can hear the thunder exploding just on the other side of the glass. Life is happening all around me, but I am shut up tight within myself. I cannot escape to join the myriad of persons living an existance far from my own. I see them, they dance to a tune that I cannot hear, sing the words of a song I with to learn. I am alone, a darkened room, a tomb for the light that distingushes the gloom. Yet light filters in through the curtain, I can see my shandow elongated across the floor. I can feel the sun; the light bathes me in an ocean of felicity. I climb through my window, and escape the prison of my own thoughts. I can now join the rest of the oblivious that I saw dancing. And I finally sing with them, the words echoing in the caverns of my soul, and I can exist in the rich gardens of life. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 43 [informant] => DragonLuvSong [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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