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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Twitch, Apr 8, 2008.

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  1. Twitch

    Twitch Member

    For memories are fiendish beasts.
    In my mind they beat their breasts,
    and with their methodic beat,
    they do their best to deny me rest.
    And what feelings have I?
    None, for this body is not mine!
    When the eyes close and open,
    another will get to play the human.
    We're just fragmentary men
    who will never have standing.

    Life.

    Life.

    Life.

    What is that?
    I will know nothing of it.
    I am neither master nor slave,
    for I exist only in minor ways.
    I am bound and yet free,
    left with no such body to feel.
     
  2. Lead Savior

    Lead Savior Well-Known Member

    Enjoyed that, great writing
     
  3. sudut

    sudut Well-Known Member

    good poem
     
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