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I walk and I am home.

Contributed by iodinelove on Monday, 2nd May 2005 @ 12:55:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

There is a sadness in every corner.

The spider slips and spins its web. The mouse scurries over wood and dust.
The shadows grow.

The shadows grow the world is cold the endless fires gleam through every window watered down, through every stone and staunch face on the streets below.

I walk and I am home. I walk and the world is snow and slivers glow over the mountains path. I walk and my skin is sand beneath the summers heat the red, red sky to plague my eyes my feet the wind over hills and valleys deep surrender me to my path. I walk and I am set free.

I am set free. The wind won't blow the people know the cars pass by.

The cars pass by the black air the red hair of her gown touching an open street the cars pass by and she is kissing me. She is kissing me the pale lips the long tired slips of her tongue spreading over burgundy and blush and bright blue paint.

Bright blue paint the dead saint sings over the bill boards face the blue snake the towering pole the phone rings and she is finally home.

She is finally home the bitter stench the deepening wrench the doctors hold her soul the parted lips the regret the caring eyes the blue birds fly as I walk home.

I walk and I am home the cars pass by the bright blue paint the shadows grow I walk and I am set free.

She is finally home.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-05-02 00:55:55]
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Re: I walk and I am home. (User Rating: 1 )
by death_not_be_feared on Sunday, 29th April 2007 @ 01:36:46 AM AEST
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good write...hang in there

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