Unfeeling

sylviasearcher

Can you imagine?
Feeling all wrong
Inside. Outside

Lost like a wave
Weak but strong
Sinking against the tide

Can you believe?
A liar chanting
Truths. Hallucinations!

Posessed like Porcelin
Taking, taking, taking
Then crashing damnations

Can you see?
What you do not believe
Outside. Inside.

Lost like a People
Ready to deceive
Already dead. Alive.

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2019 06:51
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  • Michael Edwards

    Superbly crafted - read it twice.

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Micheal, sometimes the words just come as if by witchcraft

    • Neville

      it is hard to describe how these words made me feel.. other than empty, or lost .. not for myself.. but for all those who are yet to find them and still feel nothing... N

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks Neville, you made that sound pretty profound!

        • Neville

          on reflection, I just shocked myself.......... (lol)

          • sylviasearcher

            You just reminded me of a song.

            • Neville

              comfortably numb by Pink Floyd?

              • sylviasearcher

                No it was all your shocking jokes.

                I thought he wants to be electric like me.

                She's electric, oasis? Too contemporary? 😵

                • Neville

                  not at all... I like em both ....

                  • orchidee

                    Cooeee - not my corny jokes though! Oops, apologies for invading this convo!

                    • Neville

                      no problem, but never heard of them... what do they play?

                    • orchidee

                      And yet 'nothing' is 'some-thing' in itself, Yes?! Unless it's some sort of annihilation, or non-existence?

                      • sylviasearcher

                        Nothing comes from Nothing?
                        Something always existed?

                        It was about more than nothing. You are right!



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