Dull the poem  

brideofLurch 48F
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5/16/2006 11:38 am

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5/17/2006 5:31 am

Dull the poem

I've never written a poem of fancy but here goes.
DULL All the experiences of living have dulled me. I am a blunt object now. Worn down to a black nub. There is no sharpness but in my mind. The corners are filled with memories. I don't look toward the future. I've become one with reality. No fabrications or idealism exist. I'm dronning in my own creativeness. Seaching for those propelled by their pain. I master my emotions and bleakness masters me. Far reaching, I collide with others, disturbed by their optimism, I turn away quietly. The thunder claps, and I am comforted. People may not understand. Living is a perpetual state of dreary thought, undeniably making me whole.

LadieSunShine 59F

5/16/2006 2:05 pm

Well if this is your first attempt at free verse
Girl keep letting your ink flow

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