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Self Portrait
Contributed by
rmcondon
on
Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 03:36:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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As I was walking briskly through the mist,
I passed Shynes cloacked in moonlight's white gown.
Yet as Actaeon she took my by the wrist,
Hauling hard she held me back and slowed me down.
Hatred soon descended without a sound-
Whose scornful haze blinded bloodshot eyes,
Stumbling was I wrestled to the ground,
My wounded body came as no suprise-
A pain deserved for attention's lies.
Now trudging slowly through the heavy rain,
Self-pity clambered upon my back
And in search of love did cause to feign
Some crippl'd illness of emotions black.
Numbing Meloncholy has my heart tracked
And consumed my shallow mind with woe,
Laying bare my frame upon the rack.
Yet I myslef remain my darkest foe,
Dragged down my demons hounding in tow.
Now I'm crawling limply Lethe-wards,
As immortal burdens supress my mind
And waves of worry arrive in hoards
And my pale throat their fingers find
And seep through helples mouth and wind
Through gasping lungs to steal my breath.
Relieved as I drink Her water's kind-
Love's life long dream has led to death.
Copyright ©
rmcondon
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2006-03-05 15:36:11] (Date/Time posted on
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