Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Aug 28, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    And all the days we leave ourselves in
    Seem like a dream.
    In which our wrists are slit
    And our muscles torn
    And we hang from platitudes
    Wrapped tight round our necks.
    And forget what it means
    To breathe air
    And really mean it.
    One foot in front of the other
    Takes concentration
    That we burned alive as we screamed in the night.
    There should be something to be done.
    A way to wrap up these beautiful people
    And keep them safe
    And keep them sane
    But there is only waiting
    And the soft assurance
    That we will go slowly mad in concert
    That one will lay down beside the other
    And go slowly into that dark night together.
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  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Boy oh boy, that was quick! Love it more than the last one. This will never end so long as you keep outdoing yourself!:wink:


  3. * * *
    SO powerful
    TOO scary
    Very sad
    All too true
    and yet you express it so well
    I even feel comfort...

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