I'm not waving from my balcony
Where I see all but none see me
No, i'm drowning in a sea of bitter tears
My arms are held high trying to keep me above
it's not working
I go under, I cannot breathe
But somehow I am more at peace
I have stopped moving, stopped trying to fight
I take a deep breath, I know it will be my last.
The darkness comes, grabs hold of me.
I struggle for a moment but know it will not let go,
I give in.
At last I see him again, the one who saw me
The darkness is beautiful, calming.
I'm not waving. No. I'm drowning.
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emotions and feelings and philosophy of being and not being-dark and thinks you are and what time-curious:)
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i very much agree with Dariusz
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Can you please explain this... theory?
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perhaps the poem is self explanatory, nothing really to add, just stop and breath in your surrender... :)
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Thanks for commenting, bro-sph. It means so much to me. :o)
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Taoist Unmoving, floating In the stream of life Being carried by the slowing current I grounded on bottom. Life is passing by Without moving me. It is late autumn. The winter’s coming Soon everything’ll get frozen… Charming.
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thanks people. means a lot to me
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this is a great poem! i love it! i've written some like this and i think it's a great way to relieve stress.please write more...
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