Saharah Rane

Rookie (11/10/97 / Macao, China)

Carved. - Poem by Saharah Rane

Sullenly walking.
The gray sky weather.
That as nice as it feels.
Lets the loneliness in lonely quiver.
I think about the things i did.
The never ending.
How it always seems.
As if i am walking.
A constant circle.
Of thoughtless thinking.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot talk.
I can only feel.
The loneliness and me at fault.
I can see us dancing.
But thats only an illusion.
For the game is done.
And everything has already been torn apart.
So lets scatter the pieces.
Of nonexistence existence.
Into the air.
And let it rest and disappear there.
Because the past is the past.
And now is now.
When i reach that door.
I have already.
Gone too far.
And now that I'm almost leaving this place.
I would like to say farewell.
To those i have hurt.
To those i have loved.
To those i have thrown into a pile of one.
Although i may never understand.
I can only feel the pain that is at hand.
I can see.
Thats been carved out for me.

-This is just a poem, and nothing else. Maybe there is some truth in it, but please do not take it too seriously.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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