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Published: 2004-12-02 05:11:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 111; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Who is out there?Or am I alone?
Floating within this womb?
Untouched. Unheard. Unseen.
Who creates this world?
Is there contact?
Or am I alone?
Creations with no creators.
Empty shells devoid of soul.
Pixel bodies, faces, minds.
Am I alone?
Or are there others?
Are they still there?
Creators, are you gone?
I am all that remains…
Haunted by lives I never knew.
Untouched. Unheard. Unseen.
Alone.
So isolated.
The world at fingers’ reach.
They’re gone. All gone.
Perdition.
Yet I remain.
Caring. Speaking. Seeing.
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To me it sort of sounds like, who is our creator, is there a creator? How do I know I'm really not all alone in the world? Sad and thoughtful, nicely written.
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Thank you. Sad seems to be the flavor of the week for me. Next week... Tapioca!
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I am. I'm guessing this is coming from what you wrote about in your journal? About becoming more and more distant from human contact? I really do have an idea of what you are going through, I am doing the same thing in my life, I'm gradually cutting all ties, and i'm not really sure why, it's just somehow easier but painful all at once.
This poem really cuts deep into me, I can relate, your use of words is very thoughtful and descriptive.
I thank you for sharing this.
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In a way it relates to my journal, but it was more motivated by me spending far too much time in front of the Internet. I was browsing, looking around, leaving comments; but getting nothing back, and this feeling came over me, like "How do I know that everyone who created this hasn't been wiped out by some plague? or something?" and I suddenly felt very lonely, so I just opened up a word processor and typed what I felt.
Thank you for commenting.
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