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Photo negative horizon
Contributed by
Ira_Haze
on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 03:51:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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Pushing rewind, I sit back and clear my mind,
the thoughts of yesterday are tucked away,enclosed in poem lines.
Pen on paper, impressions of a crater, no more emotions,
now I'm crying for my savior, slowly moving in one motion, down.
Words from my Father's mouth are stuck in repeat, It's just a hassle,
I can't sleep, I'm retreating to the shadows.
I'm fighting a losing battle, like cattle watching the wolves creep,
The pain is running deep, no more ability to speak,
Cause there's no telling what the future holds, when every passing day unfolds,
more misery is added to the sorrow that in secret grows.
The weight of the world has been bestowed on my soul,
while my family watches silent as I dig a deeper hole,
and as I'm stabbing at the earth with the shovel in my hands,
I recite the poem carved into my concrete slab.
"My burden was too much to be contained beyond the surface,
six feet was simply not enough. Miles beneath your feet is where I Lie.
One day life was beautiful, the next it was gone. I drifted into sleep holding you in my arms,
in which a horrible dream occured. I awoke, scared and crying your name, and you were there.
Then my eyes opened and you where gone, it was all a dream, I was in Hell.
Excepting the horrific reality, I hear a whisper, Loved...Lost...Gone."
My destiny is written on a cemetary stone, Ira Haze, rotting flesh to blood, rotting blood to bone.
My hands are tied, this hopless life is falling way to far to preach for.
unforgiven, sins are pleasures that your not suppose to reach for.
No more shedding tears for the scars beneath the skin,
My love has died, the blood has dried, your hands cannot be cleansed.
Try to wash it all away, try to find the price to pay,
but there is no water, there is no money that can take my pain away.
I see no evil, but I feel it closing near,
The smoke has settled, my vision is focused, the end is becoming clear.
Pouring shots of my sanity, fading into the evening,
Death awaits just over the hill, I embrace him with open arms, wounds bleeding.
A beautiful dream isolated for so long becomes another nightmare born,
don't lose touch with your hopes and you'll live a live worth living for.
Within my grasp I had it all within my brighter days,
and then came night, a kiss goodbye, I blew it all away.
Copyright ©
Ira_Haze
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2005-06-18 15:51:45]
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Re: Photo negative horizon
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by freckle on
Sunday, 29th January 2006 @ 06:50:16 PM AEST
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I'm suprised there are not any comments. Your poem is so sad, you very clearly express hopelessness, regret, acceptance.....a lot of emotions swirling in this write. You did a good job, as a reader I want to know... did it get better or are you buried so far beneath the ground.....and that is part of what makes a poem special I believe, the ability to make the reader feel, think, desire more....
Good write, thank you for sharing it and I hope it was merely a write and that you are doing well and still writing!
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