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From This Height

Contributed by Vitreous_Soul on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 06:58:01 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Weeks pass by as mere seconds
As I mutate into a creature of habit
Life is but a fleeting apparition
There's never enough time to grab it

A rare taste of life to wet your lips
The nectar far too sweet
The scent of victory to tantalize
To precede the eventual defeat

I descend
Without wings to hold me aloft
I descend
Nothing there to catch me

An endless freefall
From this height
The world seems so small

Time becomes the greatest enemy
Inescapable are the curtains drawing closed
Being alive but never living
Contentment never really being proposed

Look into my eyes and paint me a picture
The only color on the canvas is black
Look into my eyes and try to give me hope
When I start to fall just turn your back

I descend
Without wings to hold me aloft
I descend
Nothing there to catch me

No clouds to float on
The ground seems so far away
Without even a sylph to hold my hand

I fall
I drown in a sea of emptiness
I fall
With no one else to bring along




Copyright © Vitreous_Soul ... [ 2003-11-23 06:58:01]
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Re: From This Height (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 12:45:28 PM AEST
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Dear VS,
This is a marvelous poem, VS filled with feeling and remorse! I could also see you there in the darkness with the curtains drawn.
Please reach out VS...you have happier days ahead, but you must be the one that reaches...for others they have not read! I'm so glad you write poetry....for each time you write a saddness it's cut in half....you barely stand those cut....what would you do if you couldn't write poetry a few?
I've read it twice, and will read it again. You should write lerrics for songs...this one sounds like a song to me!
ConSue


Re: From This Height (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 07:57:24 AM AEST
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The first stanza here is great - the rest just gets better. Such a tale of despair, I've never heard before. Wonderful expression.




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