Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

PoeticWitch · 02-18-2013, 10:04 PM

Here I am
On the border
Of reality and insanity
There is no up
And there is no down
No left nor right
I can hear everything
But nothing at the same time
My sense of touch
Is hypersensitive
As is my sense of smell
I am overloaded
Feeling as if I am on deaths door
Praying to pass through
For this is too much
Too intense
But I hear your voice
You keep calling me back
Back from the brink of oblivion
I am grateful
Yet hateful
Miserable
Yet happy to know I am loved
Loved so dearly
That I come back to life
For you and you alone

02-18-2013, 10:04 PM	#33
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	Reality and Insanity Here I am On the border Of reality and insanity There is no up And there is no down No left nor right I can hear everything But nothing at the same time My sense of touch Is hypersensitive As is my sense of smell I am overloaded Feeling as if I am on deaths door Praying to pass through For this is too much Too intense But I hear your voice You keep calling me back Back from the brink of oblivion I am grateful Yet hateful Miserable Yet happy to know I am loved Loved so dearly That I come back to life For you and you alone __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.