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Just Below |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Just below the surface there is a sadness What some might call a madness He calls a strength, a refuge of his own Lurking under layers of flesh Breaking through each one by one He lies just below and out of sight Out of sight and out of mind Through words and deeds And stuck in time Apart, he is whole again Silence is the noise wrapped in shades of red Turned another page, yet another day But his eyes saw what could have been instead What could have been instead Just below the surface he is all that he sees And all that he will ever be There come others to pick the bones One, two, three Yet still even deeper it runs Scared he doesn’t have enough in him To fill all the vacant little holes Replacing with useless vigor The tarnished surface with lower lows The same sound reverberates in his ears Of the last thing that she said That she came to know he was still alive Before his eyes had turned to red But his eyes were already dead |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Yes, the things that could have been. So you're not a determinist. If you were, there would be nothing else possible. Also you're not an existentialist or so would simply will the past different and believe it so and it would be. I like you poem, is has many profound images! |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Yes, the things that could have been. So you're not a determinist. If you were, there would be nothing else possible. Also you're not an existentialist or so would simply will the past different and believe it so and it would be. I like you poem, is has many profound images! |
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