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The Ruins
Contributed by
rfburn
on
Tuesday, 16th March 2010 @ 05:14:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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It wasn’t always this way,
But things aren’t always clear.
And time has a way,
And sadness seems so near.
It lurks in cold dark places,
And steals piece by piece,
Peering through the keyholes,
Of the mind with no release.
And who really cares,
For you or your demise?
Not you, nor time, nor God,
And you’ve found, not even the wise.
I mostly stay in the ruins,
It’s quiet and nothing is asked.
There the answer lies.
And there you remove your mask.
So now what’s left - Death?
Is that life’s final door?
Yet that’s what I’ve concluded,
So that’s what I hope for.
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rfburn
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2010-03-16 17:14:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Ruins
(User Rating: 1 ) by Brasco on
Tuesday, 16th March 2010 @ 05:44:11 PM AEST (User
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I really liked the rhyme, very deep poem. I've been down the ruined path myself and find writing a comfort, I hope it is the same for you! |
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