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The Hallowed Ground

Contributed by fenianheart on Tuesday, 28th January 2003 @ 11:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



She walks so lightly, one would think it was hallowed ground,
Maybe it was, at least to me, every step she took, every place she went,
Was immortalized in an aching memory of everything I could love,
Now it was time to go, to leave me so very far behind her,
When she finally up and left, so did my soul.

So I grab my beer, take one last strong swig, as I’m off,
Hoping somehow that drenched beer can drown the lump in my throat,
Off, to face my demons, my ghosts, to walk the hallowed ground of my past and future,
The place of everything and everywhere I will never, yet always be.
Out the door of the safety of her company, I felt the weight of saying goodbye to the one I love.

My steps are contrived, they are slow, I pace with my head down,
She just smiles, and everything is changed, changed utterly,
In that moment I forget why every waking moment, an everlasting eternal pain comes over me,
Why every breath of air I take is collapsed into one hopeless sigh of despair.
The steps are traced to the end of this sacred ground, she turns toward her future.

She pulls me close, I hold her, for the briefest of time,
I want to take it all in, I want to never let go,
I want to be utterly consumed by her passing image, by all that she is,
She pulls away first, l I’m left gasping for a last breath of her air,
But all that fills my lungs is the cold biting pain of the endless night.

I look at her, at who this girl is, at who consumes me,
Her hair tonight is striking straight of January blonde perfection, big brown eyes beaming,
I cower at her very sight, completely powerless against losing myself in her,
The angels of heaven don’t shine as bright as her vibrant light,
The devils of hell are defenseless when she unleashes an ounce of her fire.

I hold her hips, imagining them swinging into me,
We embraced one last time, I hold her in my arms,
The chill is gone, warmth stirs my frozen blood,
In her everything is found, I no longer walk this ground alone,
When our bodies touch, all of the frigid January cold, is engulfed in her flame…then she lets go.

It’s as if everything that I am, is lost without her embrace,
Without her touch, without her eyes, hips, hair, I am nothing,
But a soulless, faceless, passing body without substance.
Everything that defines me is lost in her,
As I look up from the ground, she is gone, tears scar my eyes.

You see the hallowed ground is everywhere she walks, everything she touches,
Its picture, its charted journey, the maps, landmarks and signs of passing, are written across my heart,
Now the ground is missing her steps, all that’s left is an empty starless sky,
The sparkling fire that burns in those eyes has been replaced by the coldest bitterness of the desolate ground.
I pace the hallowed ground, all alone, the only thing I’m sure is real… is this pain I feel.




Copyright © fenianheart ... [ 2003-01-28 23:30:00]
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Re: The Hallowed Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by roisin on Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 01:06:21 AM AEST
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so very very sad
rosie


Re: The Hallowed Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by mckayla on Thursday, 6th February 2003 @ 05:41:34 PM AEST
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She must of ment alot to you. Very emotional write. Great poem

mckayla


Re: The Hallowed Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by riverofwords on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 10:17:54 AM AEST
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what emotive depth in this poem ...awesome write
and great imagery

well done

peace be your journey
terry





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