Poem of Quotes Members


Sometimes the rage would come in waves.
Sometimes in storms.
Clouding my sight
so I could not see a thing.

I'd imagine everything around me
being ripped apart,
set on fire,

But as I sat there,
it wasn't everything around me
being destroyed.

It was me.

by Luv4shelly
posted on 08/07/2012

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Comments: 3

Comment by blackfallenrose07: Sep 9, 2012 4:50 am
The fact that it was short made it somehow better. Great write.
Comment by Nerve: Aug 10, 2012 11:59 pm
I can definitely see how this is applicable to most situations, how people do not realize that their actions affect themselves more than their surroundings. Good concept, liked the poem.
Comment by LucidMuse: Aug 6, 2012 10:46 pm
I can connect with this. I liked your diction and the length seemed perfect. Very much enjoyed. =D

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