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User Profile: SyriusSystem
SyriusSystem January 23rd

i sit as i stare directly towards the blue moon

the clock ticks and ticks, saying it will all end soon

wind blows through the windows, as cold as the snow

outside, there're ghostly streets, basking in the winter glow

a gentle hand touches my shoulder, it's time to go

all my memories and nightmares, they leave, that, i know

it won't be easy to let go, it never was

it's cold, the window closes, the blinds go down

no more beauty, the one the moon has

this will be my new home, my new town

maybe forever won't i see you, or never

maybe peace shall reign when i leave

but your eyes remain as cold as ever

you always did as you please

                 .

                 .

mother, i'm terrified

those monsters, they make me petrified..

                  .

                  .

foolish child, it's all in your head

close your eyes and they'll all be dead

                    .

i can't close my eyes! i won't see..

the look on your face when i fall asleep

said my eyes, those as deep as the sea

you smiled and told me to count the sheep

                      .

                      .

mother i'm scared! i'll be all alone

everyone i knew, who cared, they'll all be gone..

                       .

                       .

foolish child.. you've always been alone, from the beginning

those dreams you have, they bear no meaning!

your life is yours, and yours only

it starts with you and ends with you, whether or not you're lonely

                 ...

i close my eyes, i see nothing but a tunnel of the end

i am gone, forever, no family, no friend



it starts and ends, with me and me only...

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User Profile: BastionKnight
BastionKnight January 25th

@SyriusSystem

Your poem captures well the themes of isolation, mortality, and existential dread. Your use of cold, the progression of time, and aspects of vulnerability give the whole thing an air of powerless desperation. The switching of your rhyme schemes throughout the poem and use of near rhymes further adds to the sense of things not being comfortably predictable and slightly off. 

The parental figures dismissive and unsupportive presence further enhances this sense of being without any safe haven or source of comfort and reliance. This is summed up nicely with the end line, which strikes as both the narrators self awareness and a warning to the reader that their existence might not be so very different.  

A good poem. Well done.

User Profile: luv4allpeople3
luv4allpeople3 January 25th

@SyriusSystem I love this the way you wrote it is amazing. I do poetry too and find this way above me. good work! :)