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Brittle
I stand here
paused
unnoticed
brittle
and unclear
like an old locket picture
that was once held dear.
Above
is a nebular might
millions of dead eyes
are blinking
I am on solid ground
but sinking
and still
out of sight.
Gone
are all the lucky sevens
I must try to gamble
once more on life
and its rolling
jackpot heavens.
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Published 28th Dec 2009
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28th Dec 2009 11:13pm
28th Dec 2009 11:50pm
Hi thanks for reading ,and yeah its a personal type of thing but, I'm not alone on the alienation and feeling invisible thing,so I posted it at least hoping someone could relate to it .Again thanks ...Paul
29th Dec 2009 6:24am
Feeling isolated and alienated is what I do best!
"I stand here
paused
unnoticed
brittle
and unclear"
Speaks volumes man
"I stand here
paused
unnoticed
brittle
and unclear"
Speaks volumes man
