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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1134242
Slightly humerous in tone, it's a poem of almost pure feeling with little reality.
So,

Life for me is okay, it's fine.

I'm struggling though, I'm struggling like one trapped outside time,
Trapped in silence, as is the silence of the most silent mime.

Never speaking,
But always seeking,

A way to communicate, to get past, to get through,
Trying so hard to communicate with you.

Beyond space, and the universe that is known,
I drift silently, in the darkness, all alone.

Then in front of my eyes, I see a light, coming towards me through a subspace tear,
Transfixed by it's glow I can't help but stare.

Suddenly swerving left to right in quick succession,
The once beautiful light leaves a frightening impression.

I turn, I try to run,
But as I turn I come undone.

I'm drifting out, when I look and see,
A girl stands there staring up at me.

She simply says, "Hey bud." in a country sort of tone,
Now, standing, staring, I'm no longer alone.

She gets in her car and drives away,
But I still remember her, even to this day.

Sometimes when I'm lingering on stuff that I can't see,
I think of that crazy country gal, staring up at me.

Written by: someone who isn't you
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