No ending

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    No ending

    Life seems in full swing,
    People around me laugh and chuckle,
    like there is no end…
    Bursting in laughter and full of energy
    So vibrant and colourful it seems….
    But here am I sitting all by myself
    Surrounded with people, yet confined…
    Hiding in a shell, deep down inside
    So alone I feel-
    Why can’t I define?
    The smell of rose,
    Burning candles and dimming lights…
    The carving on the wood and some old bricks
    I feel it all….
    I see it all…
    Yet, why do I feel this is not where I belong?
    Look here and there…
    Take me out…
    I don’t want to dig in…
    I plead and cry…
    From within I hear someone,
    Wanting to reach high…
    Then why is this feeling still inside?
    Oh God! Can’t I just die?

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    vagonveloz commented on No ending

    06-23-2009

    congratulations!!!the poem is brilliant!!! I think you feel lonely despite being surrounded by so much life and beautiful things, detail as beautiful as your poem, life is beautiful like the poetry is beautiful and you are a nice poetess, that I hope you don't feel so alone like in your poem!!!

    Nousheen

    06/25/2009

    Thank you.

    Rainz commented on No ending

    03-19-2009

    For some reason, at the moment it wont let me rate this, but I assure you I will return to give you a 10. No other work I've read on this site made me feel like this one did. Because I know exactly what your talking about, its as if you reached down inside of me and pulled out the words. Excellent!

    Nousheen

    06/27/2009

    Thank you so much for your comment. It made my day. Please feel free to read my blog at: http://nousheenzakaria.wordpress.com thanks.

    lonewolf commented on No ending

    03-12-2009

    wow! very impressive. great show of emotion. hold on to your hopes and dreams because tomorrow is only 24 hours away.

    Nousheen

    06/25/2009

    Thank you. I also run my blog please feel free to read more stuff at: http://nousheenzakaria.wordpress.com

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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