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My Line of Hope Within the Fear
Contributed by
waos
on
Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 02:52:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Hopelessness invading,
pervading this very atmosphere.
Apprehension of this dark pastime,
I see all of it so clear.
Words appearing upon the paper before me,
words so dark it terrifies me;
binds me...
here in the darkness of my sanctuary.
Red lashes appearing, repeating,
fear rising up, consuming my chest.
Breath slowing, knowing,
I've progressed yet regressed.
Lifting the phone, my connection with hope;
the sound of dialing pervading the silence I strive so hard to preserve.
No one knows what to say; too much to hope for help?
I know that help is all I don't deserve.
Darkness surrounding, shadows forming,
forming things only my mind can see.
And they're there, but no one knows,
no one sees what my mind can see.
Reaching grasping clawing ripping
tearing at my skin, groping me within.
Push against the wall, vainly attempt escape,
my proof... the remnant that twas my skin.
Wracking sobs tearing forth,
rendering my soul painfully alone.
Motionless, terrified,
it's making its horror known.
Pushing away, forced against the wall,
far from just a menacing shadow.
Evil embodied invisible to eye
causing the wound to reflow.
Yet all the while connected to the line,
begging inside for help, none is found.
Hopelessly fighting as the line is clicked dead,
feet terrified to reach the ground.
Exhausted, finally time continues, another day goes past.
Yet each day unceasingly followed by night.
Trembling beginning, premonition of the fear of another night I must last.
Once again, the phone, my only line of hope in sight.
But the first voice cannot heal, digs deeper into my lashes...
red streams forming, cleansing, draining me of life too slowly.
Line dead, hope forsaken,
the price of peace of mind, so costly.
Shrieking ring invading the ear tuned for the footsteps,
scrambling to attempt to reach, hoping against all hope.
Looking up from this horrid pit,
slowly lowered, salvation in the form of a rope.
Voice soothing,
easing the terror of the invisible presence.
Consoling such terror
with unending patience.
"It's going to be okay,"
"It will get easier," I heard him speak.
Sympathizing with the pain,
eases the fear of the label freak.
Soon guitar strums fill my ears,
relaxing melodies bring me to peace.
The words his voice speaks
stops my need for release.
Fatigue invading the clarity gradually,
farewells so bittersweetly said.
He hesitates for just a second,
"I love you," is what he said.
Memories of invisible things clawing at my skin,
faded from the sound of his calm words.
Caught and lifted up from so far within,
saved from that spiral downwards.
Copyright ©
waos
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2004-06-21 14:52:50]
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Re: My Line of Hope Within the Fear
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by bobotheclown on
Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 05:41:02 PM AEST
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my eyes are wide in amazement. I don't even know how you could suggest this sucked and not just becuse you seem incapable of writing anything that classifies as 'sucky', but because this was so direct and hard hitting I don't even know what to say.
Looking up from this horrid pit,
slowly lowered, salvation in the form of a rope.
Those two lines really hit me and I enjoyed them... as much as I didn't if that makes any sense...
Bobo (Joel) |
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