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Ancient Book
Contributed by
poet_of_anger
on
Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 10:20:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Look back in time at the days of my youth
I took all that I was given in search for the truth
And yet look what I have found buried in the ground
A broken down old book that is barely still bound
It's words are still crisp and clear and the message is concise
But I am left alone and no longer among the wise
For wisdom is but a word without a clear meaning
And love has taken apart my soul and left me without feeling
So how can I be wise when I cannot hope to feel
When I can't see what's in front of my eyes to see what is real
Are you still standing there or is this still a dream
Living life chained to a hope blinded I cannot see
If I wished you into existence would this book show me the way
If I read all the pages will you return today
Or is this foolish thought that is simply killing my mind
You are not returning and I still remain blind
As I turn the ancient pages they turn to dust in my hands
What once seemed so sturdy has returned to the land
I then am left alone in my silent misery
Hoping that I will die soon for in death I will be free
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poet_of_anger
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2005-06-15 10:20:56] (Date/Time posted on
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