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Insomniac Memory

Contributed by taintedsoul on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 02:34:20 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Insomnia –
a dead man’s game.

It plagues the living as
raindrops fall gently upon
the window pane.

The skin feels as if a fire has
been set upon it, crisping and
bringing to life a pain unimaginable –
the clock creeps by ever so slowly.

Each minute seems to last a lifetime.

Where are you?
In my dreams I have searched,
meditation leaves me feeling lost
for my memory of locale fails me.

Was it you who stood there before me,
shadowed face, whispering to the
winds of some foretold love misplace?

I can only hope –
and drown there in that image.

If only one more gaze upon your
face could be granted,
in that moment I would hang,
forever in the balance of life and love.

After all these years, realization has finally
settled in. I am left wondering if that moment
was THE pivotal time in my life, as if to
say –
go there, and he will stay.

And I took the other route, hoping another
ring would paint the way. Alas, only silence
now remains along with memories in which
to swim delicately.

You are there,
somewhere,
deep within,
calling out to me,
REACHING out to me –
but from where?

Where are you, blue eyed raven?
The wolf seeks your face in the shadows
to no avail. Your call is clear but echoes
off the walls of my own inner chambers.

Perhaps it is all mixed up,
timing off,
waiting for that moment when the
light shall finally shine upon us both.

I am left with insomnia,
the dead man's game in which
to roam each night deep within
your memory.




Copyright © taintedsoul ... [ 2005-01-14 14:34:20]
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Re: Insomniac Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 02:47:03 PM AEST
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Intriguing. Almost seems inspired by some of your previous commentaries to other's poems. Nice write! Cheers!


Re: Insomniac Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by mina-1 on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 03:04:43 PM AEST
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Interesting. A really enjoyable read.
Keep up the great work.
take care,
sue


Re: Insomniac Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 03:05:39 PM AEST
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Wow, this is an original poem. How rare! I was drawn in as soon as I started reading this.

Insomnia –
a dead man’s game.

It plagues the living as
raindrops fall gently upon
the window pane.

Awesom lines. I really love the images. And you continued to use creative words and images throughout the rest of your poem

I look forward to reading more of your work.

Be True,
zenmind




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