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Content?
Contributed by
poet17
on
Saturday, 15th August 2015 @ 05:46:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Rain... I heard him pouring.
I was weary.
"Sleep, shut all eyes..."
I was wary.
Though clouds are shelter
From burning hope
How could I differ night from morning?
It descends
I'm fearful
"Lay with me and rest."
I'm elated but destitute, without friends
But he who relieves my stress
I obey, he grants, through cool crimson Trickling down my hands.
He thunders
I feel him in my chest
Gripping, embracing me in every breath.
Much sweeter then my mean friend death.
"Keep fighting. I am your escape.
Lay and draw the drapes."
I'm content... I'm content?....
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2015-08-15 17:46:51] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Content?
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 16th August 2015 @ 04:51:27 AM AEST (User
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beautifully written!
"I'm content... I'm content?"
deepest of sorrow
to grieve
Peace! |
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