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like Pink Floyd ~ I've found my Wall

by Shonda Creemer

I rarely cry myself to sleep anymore
and I don't seem to constantly dwell
on the quietness or discontent I
find myself in.

I just exist.
{a person ~ in a shell ~ all alone
waiting to die}
I go through the motions of my life
and accept it as is.

Could it be that I've finally folded
up my dreams I once desired ~ tucking
them away for fear of remembrance ~
or maybe I'm just comfortably numb
to it all.

The answer is my border with insanity.
My Wall.

06/03/2005

Posted on 06/03/2005
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/03/05 at 10:35 PM

...shon, m'lady, you're dancing with me...we've chatted before about existential loneliness and you paint it a good pose of how tiring it is to keep looking for something and never seeming to be getting there...i'm sad for my children's life and they're great...so, i wonder how many of us have packed-up or "tucked-in" our dreams and put them away...shon, i'm glad some of mine didn't come true...FOR REAL and i'm the better, much love, good striking poem, sad but very expressive...peace, chaz

Posted by Mark Maxey on 06/07/05 at 01:03 AM

"I just exist. {a person ~ in a shell ~ all alone waiting to die" You captured that feeling so well...yet in time...when the shell is opened...a pearl doeth exist! Just be patient!

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