As time ticking away, I feel that I'm drifting along with it.
Without my willingness.
Wandering into the unknown with no senses.
Swimming in the collapse of emotions that tear me apart.
Strolling round and round until numbness is feel.
Wondering how it happen?
Why I fail to see it when it come by?
Will I manage to end it?
Or am I just the lifeless puppet in a freak show?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like the theme, and the clean, fluxive sructural movement you establish. Be more cognizant of the rules of English Grammar, Lily, regarding pluralization. In this work, at least 3 or 4 times you have singularized words that should have been pluralized(adding an ''S'') Otherwise....nice job, young lady. F j R 2010