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LAMENT!
Contributed by
Robert_Edgar_Burns
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Saturday, 7th September 2002 @ 07:31:10 PM in AEST
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It’s so hard for me to believe that in just the course of one small week a human being can go from the greatest cloud nine emotional high of his life, one which he never knew was possible, full of joy, love, and happiness, to the deepest pits of hell and depression,
of his life. Just like the fun of skydiving is a great and exhilarating experience, until you realize the parachute just isn’t going to open, so is euphoric love as it crashes into the earth below.
Where the joy of life had returned to the place it had long since departed, bringing with it hope and a reason to go on, is now once again the void of the great depression and the longing for the Angel Of Death who hovers over me daily, reaching for my hand, and as I reach to take his hand, he pulls away for some unknown reason. At long last it seems my Earthly sufferings are about to be a distant memory in the new life to come, and I am thrust back into a world of disease, pain, and sadness and broken hearts.
My strength is depleted from a once proud fighter who never gave up a fight or challenge in my life, including the diseases which now have a death grip on me, to a man who can fight back no more and just wants to surrender and go to sleep, eternal sleep.
I am ready to lay down my pen and paper, the things that kept my mind occupied for the past year, because I realize what futility and vanity they have been, and have only clouded my mind so as not to see the reality of the inevitable. The things I write will not change the course of the world, or even have meaning to even one persons life and I shall soon be forgotten. Just another meaningless life lived. Wasted space and air that someone else could be using and doing a much better job at it than I.
So I stand ready oh mysterious angel for you to stop your incessant teasing and latch hold of my hand for real and usher me out of this dark theater called my life!
robertburns2@mac.com
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Re: LAMENT!
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by Lia on
Sunday, 8th September 2002 @ 12:55:29 AM AEST
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| Oh Robert..I have absolutely no idea as to what has happened in your life to make you so hurt inside. This poem is definately straight from the heart. And it aches me to see you hurting so. I wish there were more I could do for you. Please do continue to write. You have always brought a smile to my face through your words. And if you must write about the things in your life that are hurting you, please do. Just get them out and let them go. But please never stop writing, you are a truely talented and gifted person who is obviously full of love. Your words overflow with your deepest emotions. I know times may seem hard and clouds may be looming over head...but please remember that one simple saying..every cloud has a silver lining. I would miss your writings Robert..and I would miss YOU. Take care of yourself please....Holler if you need to talk ok... Lia xxx |
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Re: LAMENT!
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 06:59:53 PM AEST
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I picked this poem out because Its a lament. Such a lament! I feel obliged to write here because it obviously isn't your last poem submitted, but I had to actually check that out before I began writing this. I really like the analogy of the parachutist - that was exceptionally vivid, and I get the feeling that you simply blurted this out, not because it is in any way turgid, or thoughtless - on the contrary - it is magnificent in its despairing, kneeling hopelessness. I've not read anything as bravely honest, nor as touching in ages. Although its written through torment, I greatly appreciate (as must you) the knowing of pain and suffering in others and the capacity for renewal.
In summation, a powerful, expressive piece. |
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