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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Personal >> ID #1849874  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The Phoenix
A short poem, possibly in need of criticism. First time with poetry.
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Avg Rating: (6)
It's nice outside

It's nice outside

Is anyone out there?

Is anyone out?


He wonders if you hear him or if you even notice

You're far away and distant yet you're the one who's closest

People flood the streets and he pushes and shoves through them

He wonders if they're real

If I put my hand out, what would I feel?


Vanishing into the crisp air that bites at his face

Their eyes piercing into him, judging

Forever their energy lingers, eating at him

Watching him sleep and ensuring the dolefulness that curses


Are you the reason why?

He cannot feel for the others like they feel for him

Emotions run deep but in the wrong veins does the blood pump to his heart

It's breaking under confusion

Are you the reason why?

Underneath this mess


Don't fret, I am here

Don't be lonely, I am here
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