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Sitting in a tunnel,
Light at either end,
Nothing is left.
Nothing to lend.
I feel as if i'm falling
Into an obiss.
People shouting, calling
It's not me they'll miss.
I'm lonely, alright
In this place...
I'm loosing my sight.
Drifting in space
By closing my eyes.
I won't believe what you say anymore!
You've fed me too many lies.
i like this poem, :p
it resembles my toughts from long ago...somethin=mes it seems like everyone is just feeding u lies to satify u ...but thats not usually the case....
but never the less i like this poem
Thank you very much. I enjoyed writing it--I don't plan poems to turn out any certain way, though. Usually they just fall together as i'm writing them.
-ikle ^.^