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Totland Bay

Contributed by northernlights on Saturday, 29th September 2012 @ 02:05:12 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Where stillness calls and time echoes and weary limbs find rest.

Where darkness falls and flesh is sheltered save only the sound
Of blustering storms and crashing waves, protected and relieved
Travellers takes refuge in the confines of an attic.

A confine of History filled with life since Victoria, where bricks like
Absorbent sponges draw in sustaining breaths and hold
The essence of those who pass, pass through time, live their lives
And leave behind their energy.

Present flesh is weary and seeks the solace of peaceful slumber, but
Senses, finely honed are stirring into painful consciousness
And skin begins to bristle, then is the battle of the mind and body, for the mind
Denies the presence that fills the flesh with leaden foreboding, that lines
its defences with disbelief ,immobility, frozen in awareness, weighted in
Fear, for there is, a presence and there is, no rest!

And there are prayers to the angels to surround them with light,chants to bring
peace from the terror,and a longing for the welcome light of day, for this torment
that keeps pervading the room with deepening anguish draws breath deeply to
Feed its anger, in the hours of darkness fills every corner with the
Heaviness of unrest, who turns stomachs with the bile of all that
Should not have been,He is your welcome.

Copyright © northernlights ... [ 2012-09-29 14:05:12]
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Re: Totland Bay (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 29th September 2012 @ 08:37:17 PM AEST
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worth a read, more than sentimental, you go through it bitingly, like despair old or young. Good writing!

Thanks!

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