Velvet Astraea Dido


Boxed Up - Poem by Velvet Astraea Dido

I am torturing myself
Locking up myself
To a seclusion of frailty
Of my own weakness;
Of my own grief.
I have gone
Not knowing when to return
If I should return
Not knowing what’s ahead of me
Not caring
I have crossed the boundaries
Of my own feelings
And I detest what I have done.
What’s left of me
Is your shadow
Creeping my every move
My every breath
Stands for you
And I have to go further
Further
Until your image fades
But my thoughts
I can’t compete
I have to destroy myself,
Before it destroys me.


Comments about Boxed Up by Velvet Astraea Dido

  • (3/26/2005 9:33:00 PM)

    before it destroys me... words gripping... I love the word play-rhythm of your poetry... very expressive and moving (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (3/26/2005 11:10:00 AM)

    great stuff
    this poem inspired by your poem;

    self hynopsis
    speaking to the self
    that nobody else knows
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 1, 2010


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