a world not meant for her

She sat still while in motion. Everyone oblivious to the world around her. She was a dream within a dream. Never truly feeling satisfied. She constantly craved and longed for knowledge deeply unknown. She thought of mystery and mind. Others saw believe in her fake exterior.  While very few knew, nor understood the battle within herself. A battle she often lost. She felt like a survivor in a world full of victim's. Doomed by their own blindness. She was at a loss for words in a world not meant for hers.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Lovely story. Am surprised to read such a story in a short length. You've expressed much just through the few lines. The world's became damn wicked so the people are and there's now no value of life of others in this world, everybody's keep trying spoiling the lives of others hurting their feelings and so on ... so the pain comes and fly over the head of people in disguise. I liked the theme. You've got a talent of penning the words grabbing it from your heart.

Keep Writing!

[Nicole]

Thank you! :) none of my work is ever truly finished. Still a work in progress.

[Wolfwind]

First off, I liked the relatability of this piece. Next... line 4 "lose" should be "loss".

The feeling of being a blur in the eyes those whom surround us, an intangible string at which the world plays and plucks, yet we are helpless to move it our of their grasp. Many emotions flow within your ink. As I spoke at first, I was able to relate to the feeling presented. The fact that it's such a common one in our society brings us to ponder the end all of things. Just as your poem has, we wonder if the world wasn't meant to be the stop we got off of from the train... Perhaps it would have been better to keep on going to see where the end of the tracks might have taken us.

Wonderful flow and ink! Thanks for sharing!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Nicole]

Thank you so much for the review! And thank your the heads up on loss. I wrote this extremely quick and just put it up