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Missing
Contributed by
net
on
Thursday, 12th November 2009 @ 05:45:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Here I stand between doors closed
Voices leak from gaps on the floor
Day by day this unease gets hold
Day by day my list of deeds undone grows
And the kettle burns empty and forgotten
Moss covers all around, dust settles on
And my eyes close, my brain slows
Pain comes, roams and flows
This single step here claims my world
The bed threatens the push onward
Songs conquering the room with soothing words
Beaten chords wet with forced tears
Boring stands with meaningless excuses
And the corpses start here to stink
Echoes of laughter fade away one by one
The mark on my cushion disappears
And the last fingerprint is gone
And life still persist
Yet colors gets washed away
Flies circle around and drop dead
Sun goes up and down, up and down
And no shadows falling on the ground
They’re missing.
We all are.
Copyright ©
net
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2009-11-12 17:45:32] (Date/Time posted on
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