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State of Mind
Contributed by
Katie-Kate
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Tuesday, 18th November 2003 @ 03:22:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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It’s like lying in a coffin
Not alive, but not quite dead.
The lid starts to close
It’s shadow falling across your head.
You will your eyes to open
You will your lungs to scream.
This cannot be happening.
It must be just a dream.
The lid falls with a bang
Bringing a darkness that surrounds.
Your thoughts and sense reeling,
Listening for a sound.
There must be someone out there,
Someone in search of me,
Who will come and lift the lid
Setting my heart free.
Maybe now you’re starting to understand
The pain that love can bring.
The pain of love, a love of pain,
A never-ending ring.
But it doesn’t just stop there,
The waiting – it drags on
I lye there unable to move
I lye there for so long.
At last there is a movement beyond
The varnished wooden seal.
Two thick hard inches that signifies
The torture will not heal.
The atmosphere is choking.
Darkness suffocates my thoughts.
Just lift your arm a little,
Simple – like knocking on a door.
But I can’t, why wont it move?
My arms wont budge a mil.
Panic hits me harder,
Rising in me – rising still.
I try again to mumble
But no sound will come out.
What is that loud banging
That sound coming from without?
Love takes you in good faith,
Promises the world to you.
Steals your heart and soul,
Then returns them ton in two.
It shows you happiness, for but a while
Then pulls the rug from where you stand,
Leaving you without a life-line
Without a helping hand.
It’s like a nail driving into your coffin.
I can hear the banging above.
The wood splintering either side
Like a slowly dying love.
I make another attempt to stop this closure,
My weak tapping on the side,
But my efforts are lost,
For the banging will not subside.
Four nails have gone in,
A fifth is on its way.
With each one a little hope dies,
A death will come this day.
The inevitable cannot be ceased,
You fall in love – and then
You hate your heart fro leading you down this path
Dragging you through pain again.
A sixth nail is driven in,
Then seventh, then eighth, then nine
You wince with every striking
Of the hammer on the iron.
You gave up hope completely,
Of surviving this ordeal.
It’s the giving up itself,
That ensures that this wont heal.
It’s the loss of faith and loss of heart,
That drives the last nail in.
The point of no return,
You are forever locked within.
They say the groans of love and the groans of the dying
Are ever so much the same.
But who would have thought, that death would win-out
In this mixed up lovers game.
Copyright ©
Katie-Kate
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2003-11-18 03:22:40]
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Re: State of Mind
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by Vitreous_Soul on
Tuesday, 18th November 2003 @ 05:57:59 AM AEST
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| I LOVE the metaphor, dark as it may be. Very emotional...great writing. |
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Re: State of Mind
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by Wrybod on
Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 04:14:31 AM AEST
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I was so impressed by your last write that I set off down your list to read some more.
Here again on this one I'm again very impressed with your style
But I must argue (as I seem to do with most writers in YPDC) that the love about which they write is a myth which has been created by ourselves.
If you read a couple of my poems "He's not the only one" and "Love at first sight" you'll see where I'm comming from.
Love has so many forms.
I've been married almost 50 yrs and still find new facets of our relationship year by year.
Before I met my wife I fell in "love" (hollywood style) many times. At the break up of one affair I almost died, days I don't remember, skin peeling off my hands, in total dispair BUT
two years and several relationships later I met my wife and POW!
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