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timeakinga
Timea Kinga Szűcs
Romania, Timisoara

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Soul and Mind

No one comes to rescue me
Now there’s only soul and mind left of me…

Desecrated tombs speak of angst and anger
I want to lay in peace, but no one lets me be
I’m slowly fading, so does even the pale shade of my memory…

Old tunes take me back to happy times
Now loneliness is my mountain of sadness
Despair in changes makes me lose my mind
And my sky is cloudy, I think It will snow.. or rain,
Either way, I just want it to wash away the pain I feel

In pictures I see shadows, forms of a past
Smiles that led nowhere, dreams that turned in nightmares,
and they’re haunting me even as I write

Breaks in feelings never meant anything good
Time is an enemy, planning to attack ones mind
My room becomes my prison, the pills my salvation
At least that’s what I say, thinking they’ll help me make it through

Can’t die yet, they just won’t let me,
And I’m tortured, no one hears my agitated voice
I’ve lost my taste for sweetness, lost the vision of clearness
And I’m not sure whether I can continue without him next to me

Part of me wants to face reality, but I’m better in my own world,
Better between these four walls , better in this imagined comfort
In dead of winter I’m dead, can’t linger
And I feel there’s nothing inside me, just rotten organs that start to stink

Nobody thinks I’m really down and really blue,
Tired and jaded because of my little hell I’ve put myself into.
I’m warm. No, I’m cold, my soul has bean sold out cheaply
I’m broken, scattered all over my carpet,
And I just can’t find a way to ease the agitation of my mind
and finish the puzzle with my well-known killer

Drops of confusion, and now I’m alone
Who feels like eating when I’m not in the mood?
Dark red replaces brown, black replaces grey
And the perfume loses its smell once I spray it on my neck.

My growing inside-cocoon is causing me to lose bits of time
There’s only noise and shut-down windows, and it’s dark
And I feel the sun will never shine …

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metaphysicalg Comment by: metaphysicalg - 2008-02-18 20:59
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Wow. You really poured your heart out into this one. Great job putting this experience into words. Self reflective, relatable, and familiar to those of us who have had similar thoughts and asked similar questions.
CleverCrow Comment by: CleverCrow - 2008-02-17 22:57
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The words really convey the anguish and irritation of the mind. Specially as the lines proceed, the rhythm changes and some lines sound more like prose than poetry. That is the most natural thing to happen and underlines the helplessness of the mood. Great imagery.
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