Look at me a tragic flaw
assembled by nature
as a blemish
an embarrassment
surely not meant to embrace
rather shun
***
you don’t know me
you say you do
but you don’t
not really
who does?
no one!
*
Take a closer look
look into nothing
For that is what I am
my heart an abysmal void
a web darkly spun
*
I live life alone
on my own terms
sample what you like
there is nothing worth having
better escape, quickly, run!
*
This is my curse
a world of loveless, nothingness
drawn into dark
away from the light of hope
don’t bother there is no sun
*
But then
it is what they wanted
chosen and delivered to me
an anomaly
a freak
being no one
***
*
Here’s to another week of One Shot Wednesdays.
I was looking back over my notes and emails in May and June when we were throwing ideas around about One Shot Poetry. Its been a great year for One Stop Poetry – thanks for your support.
Thanks to Creative Commons and Sarah for the photograph : http://www.flickr.com/photos/dm-set/4144947061/
penned in moon dust 
Sad one. Congrats on the one year landmark.
Bless!
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Ah, the dark poetry you mentioned in #osp. I didn’t read as person but of an inner mood that takes over. The emotion jumps out
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DARK POEM – 290511
Kind of strange reading a poem that’s ‘dark’
As though there’s never been a bright spark
Being all alone on a bench in the cold park
Where cars, bikes and bicycles can’t park
(C) Samuel Goh Kim Eng
http://motivationinmotion.blogspot.com
Sun. 29th May 2011.
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My first comment in WordPress.
A poem is nothing if it does not touch something. I don’t think I so much read this, as stared into the void. Dark and richly hopeless from the perspective of the narrator.
my user name…soloneli
my blog……..thepoetinthecar
Yours in poetry. Neil
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Great piece!
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Everything is bullshit. Yes it is. Poets, rise and admit the futility
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burn, let’s burn every work, every word
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Thanks for posting, this is gothic, nice, much appreciated WS
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nice one, dark, deep, drags a person into abyssimal thoughts.
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as it is your curse to experience the void and loneliness.it is mine as well…its as if you were thinking of me in this poem..
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