I have to say, this forum is looking dead posh now. Love the Library! I could really do with some feedback on the poem below. I would appreciate any advice, but if it's technical please dumb it down or I won't understand:-) One of my biggest problems with this is the fact that I keep feeling I've stolen someone elses lines. Have I? I don't read poetry, but it just feels too familiar. Is this me rereading too much or am I an unintentional thief? It is the second half (gap inserted for this purpose) which feels too fluid to be mine even though it came straight from the heart! Dust. I feel you fumbling in the dark And tense for your attack. In our silent battleground our bed All bets are off under the covers. In the surrounding dark you do not see my tears. This I hold to my heart. You shame me, but you cannot see my shame. I loved you so very much, not so very long ago. Where did that go? How did this, our favourite act become a fearsome trial? You seem the same now, to my critics eye. Do nothing different from the way I loved so well. Speak the same voice, same words, same day. Buy the same flowers, same colour, same day. What have you done? I do not understand. Or did I do it, all unknowing? Yesterday I think I still craved for your touch. Or was it yesteryear that my love turned to dust?