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House of The Hidden
Contributed by
ExodusOnWeezer
on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 03:18:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I am the tallest roof
Stuck under the moonlight
Gray windows that hold nothing
Reflective and near out of sight
Flaky shutters
Crooked at each rotting edge
A yard in no comparison
With a rusted fence around my head
Weeds even choke the concrete
Once a modest group of stairs
Crumble now in the darkest memory
Not as strong as was theirs
But, you must cut yourself
‘Round the fence and eat the rust
Follow the crumbled steps to the back
Wipe away the tears and blow away the dust
And you see the sunlight breaking in
For a garden may flourish behind this house
Beyond all the darkness and destruction
It’s all in my head, even now
But, you are the garden
That which I speak so fondly of
Behind the darkness I used to comfort
Back before I fell into your garden of love..
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ExodusOnWeezer
... [
2004-11-16 15:18:31] (Date/Time posted on
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