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Broken Uninon
Contributed by
silvereyesinwinter
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Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 01:50:41 PM in AEST
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Walking along side a good friend
We'll call him misery...
How sweetly he comforts me
Peacefully he drowns me as I calmly struggle for air and look for room to breathe...
His seemingly cold hands, warm me as he caresses my inner body
In the black, he blinds me from the sun that I might not hear the hurtful words that make up Hope...
Lay there I as a corpse. Quickly I wrought my ghost upon the floor. My shadow fades on the black wall, it disappears
Never to return...
Comforted I stay in darkness
Blanketed by pain relieving hatred and
Unrelenting unforgiveness...
The chains they hold me tight, promising that I'll be safer if I just isolate...
When the time had come for us to part ways,
I dug my grave and grieved my broken spirit away...
I covered it up and broke the blessed curse,
Out I come and silently live again;
Lest I die the second time...
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Re: Broken Uninon
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 01:54:39 PM AEST
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great images, style and flow, i was enchanted the whole way:)
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Broken Uninon
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 28th June 2014 @ 11:38:54 PM AEST
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a finite journey
awakens a soul
an umbrella darkened
the room from above
reminds me of a fellow
who jumped off the Golden Gate
wishing to end it all
Then saw on the way
down with greatest
of speed his mistake
He lived on. I only remember
the birth of my own children
deliver us, them, us,
the musical blues
no matter the height
tonality perception of time
struggle rich or poor
I know misery is not
of my making when
it is my own
but we must together
attempt to see
misery they say loves
company
who will listen
who thought they'd heard
it all
And who was wrong
As you can see I'm spell bound
by this here poem.
I suppose it's personal
but when someone reads
it they will wax their own thought.
That's why I like it BTW.
Peace!
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