I’m not here.
Just a shadow,
A spectre.
Cold.
Void.
Crushed.
Why do I keep,
and keep,
and keep feeling this?
I want to go.
I want to leave.
I want to vanish.
Where?
Where is this place that would welcome my presence?
Where is this place that people would be glad having me around?
Where will I go?
I want to go.
I want to leave.
I want to vanish.
Just vanish.
Vanish.
Poof!
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“Just vanish. Vanish. Poof!” Ha I love that ending! I love the poem, it has a melodic flow to it. I’d say make the place and gather recruits. I volunteer as one (:
I love this poem. It is how I feel so so often. Like this morning. Not figuring out how to disappear, but just to suddenly, as you say, vanish. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks guys. Your words make me feel that I’m good at something. I made this yesterday when I’m sitting in a corner while my family and friends gather around and I felt so left out when people just walks around me.
You know that feeling that you are there, but people around you just goes by as if you’re not?
I didn’t realize that my sudden-flare-of-madness will be liked.