And again they leave
And again I’m stuck in fanciful wonder of what could’ve been.
Out the window, I stare into the core of the earth
My monotonous expression is no replication of what I am feeling inside
Although the core of the earth is similar to that of my heart, as I dabble into the fundamental realms of my imagination
Holt; I hear a knock on the door
“dosh, dosh, dosh”
Expressions become raw,
God dammit who’s at the door?
Would it have been so hard to leave a note telling me what you wanted to utilise me for?!
And again they leave
And again, it’s just me.
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Tropicana (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about my struggles with this disorder, how it makes me feel and why etc. Possibly relatable with a small population, inbox for connotations of the poem!:)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Amazing.. heart of burning fire.. daydreaming the day away.. feeling alone and rather be left alone.. sounds like my life!
This interpretation was so accurate! thank you for reading!
THANKS MY FRIEND ~ You describe your disorder so well ~ It enables one to understand others with similar. That is the beauty of "personalised poetry" it is both cathartic and expressive. They leave ~ and leave you with fanciful wonder ! You still feel the experience inside you in the fundamental realms of your imagination ! Your language is "fantastic" ! YES ~ in many ways we are utilised through our subconscious by hidden forces which come and go. This is so so deep it defies analysis but i feel (inside me) what you are saying. Thanks for sharing - Yours BRIAN
I am a daydream believer
good poem. I enjoyed reading it
you take a deep dive into an interesting matter, ww
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