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"Here I..."

Here I lie,
Accompanied but alone,
In my cocoon,
Spun of the silk of my thoughts,
Trapped in a whirlpool of bird whispers,
That go raging round my head,
Pleading to be listened to,
My soul is calling,
But I am deaf,

Here I walk,
Treading my endless road,
Thinking of how easy sorry is to say,
But how hard it is to mean,
And of how easy cynicism and negativity are,
And how hard it is to see the good in things,

Here I place faith,
The tides turn,
And I’m offered a little glimmer,
Hope it would seem,
But,

Here I realise,
That my hope is dreams,
For every silver lining,
No matter how bright and beautiful,
Has its cloud,

Here I’ve stopped,
Barricaded,
Encased in a world of hurt,
Pain,
Lies,
And broken promises,
But Time still flows,

Here I’m snagged,
Dwelling on memories,
Photos of ghosts,
And video’s in my mind,
The cloth will rip,
In time,
Then I’ll be swept away once again,

And here I am,
Grasping for something to hold onto,
Something that for once,
I may not have to leave behind,
Something I can trust in,
Hope for,
And perhaps one day,
Rely on

What?

I read it fully, I am just a fast reader. Also, as an A-Level English Literature student who has a poetry exam in a few weeks, I have honed my poetry appreciation skills, and if I don't say so myself, am quite perceptive.

Jeez, didn't know there was a time limit...

RM18 wrote:
> Wow, you really keep churning out quality!
>
> Excellent stuff, very emotive and thought provoking.


Didn't take you much time to read it did it...

Wow, you really keep churning out quality!

Excellent stuff, very emotive and thought provoking.

Here I lie,
Accompanied but alone,
In my cocoon,
Spun of the silk of my thoughts,
Trapped in a whirlpool of bird whispers,
That go raging round my head,
Pleading to be listened to,
My soul is calling,
But I am deaf,

Here I walk,
Treading my endless road,
Thinking of how easy sorry is to say,
But how hard it is to mean,
And of how easy cynicism and negativity are,
And how hard it is to see the good in things,

Here I place faith,
The tides turn,
And I’m offered a little glimmer,
Hope it would seem,
But,

Here I realise,
That my hope is dreams,
For every silver lining,
No matter how bright and beautiful,
Has its cloud,

Here I’ve stopped,
Barricaded,
Encased in a world of hurt,
Pain,
Lies,
And broken promises,
But Time still flows,

Here I’m snagged,
Dwelling on memories,
Photos of ghosts,
And video’s in my mind,
The cloth will rip,
In time,
Then I’ll be swept away once again,

And here I am,
Grasping for something to hold onto,
Something that for once,
I may not have to leave behind,
Something I can trust in,
Hope for,
And perhaps one day,
Rely on