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In a space of no color, there was time-
watching upon us, the few (the folly we felt)
tasting breath, thoughts (only scribbles, we claim)
and feeling our fear (a guiding light in this night)
In a space of no color, there was hope-
in the form of handshakes (impacts we could never feel)
within the arms of this warmth (finding love, we whisper)
falling below the periphery (delve into the dusk)
In a space of no color, there were confinements-
four walls, a refrain on mind (ropes tight on our throats)
we pushed and fought (only children in heart, we were)
until collapse; alas, only our determination (walls stand tall)
In a space of no color, there was death-
inside thoughts, in the flesh (feeling the weary fall)
crept into sudden fissures (fill the rift in these ponderings)
in the bleached pages of morning (follow lines with a sigh)
In a space of no color, there was nothing.
watching upon us, the few (the folly we felt)
tasting breath, thoughts (only scribbles, we claim)
and feeling our fear (a guiding light in this night)
In a space of no color, there was hope-
in the form of handshakes (impacts we could never feel)
within the arms of this warmth (finding love, we whisper)
falling below the periphery (delve into the dusk)
In a space of no color, there were confinements-
four walls, a refrain on mind (ropes tight on our throats)
we pushed and fought (only children in heart, we were)
until collapse; alas, only our determination (walls stand tall)
In a space of no color, there was death-
inside thoughts, in the flesh (feeling the weary fall)
crept into sudden fissures (fill the rift in these ponderings)
in the bleached pages of morning (follow lines with a sigh)
In a space of no color, there was nothing.
Literature
Behind a Veil
When a suicide occurs, it stops everything, even if just for a moment. The signs of a suicidal person might all be there.
Appearing depressed or sad most of the time.
Talking or writing about death or suicide.
Withdrawing from family and friends.
Feeling hopeless.
Feeling helpless.
Feeling strong anger or rage.
Feeling trapped -- like there is no way out of a situation.
Experiencing dramatic mood changes.
Abusing drugs or alcohol.
Exhibiting a change in personality.
Acting impulsively.
Losing interest in most activities.
Experiencing a change in sleeping habits.
Experiencing a change in eating habits.
Performing poorly at work
Literature
in your mind
in your mind
I have written no poems
since I left you,
met no one else
who could spin my heart
into twine
with the merest turn
of her voice.
in your mind
I have no soul left to conquer;
I have taken no liberties with
the body you kept
waiting pale and virginal
on your mantel.
in your mind
I am not a person
but a photograph,
grainy and irresolute—
a daguerreotype capture
of who I was the last time I was yours.
and don't you understand that
this is why I cannot love you?
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Hidden
I can't accept it
I don't want to fall
But i can't change it
Because it's me.
I keep it hidden
I keep it locked
Inside a safe
A deep, dark vault
In the farthest depths
of my mind.
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This is my poem for the 
prompt "The Fourth Wall"
I don't know how well it really works for that, but this is what I was inspired to write
Any comments or critiques would be much appreciated!! Thanks for reading~
prompt "The Fourth Wall"I don't know how well it really works for that, but this is what I was inspired to write
Any comments or critiques would be much appreciated!! Thanks for reading~ © 2011 - 2024 The-Manatee-King
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Hi. I like the fragments that are set apart, although the connection to the rest of the line wasn't always clear to me--at first. Very thought-provoking, and sad, too. I was definitely transported to a place of walls, airless, colorless. Great job!