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Blood River
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Blood River |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Blood River My blood is a river, but where does it go? The deeper the cut, the finer the flow. While stuck in a rut, livin' on the edge, 'Just can't seem to give her that undying pledge. And so I lay down, in my bed of dead roses... Searching for a lost dream, before that door closes. But can't consciously deem it really should matter- The tears of this clown but the blood drops that splatter All over the walls, and all over the floors; While Destiny screams at me through shut doors... Bridges I've burned, it seems, time and again Never ceasing to call me to account for my sin. And so, dearly departed, this village idiot- This man who spoke too often... who didn't know when to quit- Who could never quite soften wit, used like a blade, Won't finish what he started, or keep one promise made... No, this story's tragedy now dies, in the making, While iced-over eyes chill the dreams they're forsaking On that river of lies, whispering still, from starkness... Bleeding out unto a sea of unending darkness. Michael Anderson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I saw when you posted this and was going to get right on it, but the mutt needed walking and then and then and then . . . along came Jones, slow-walking Jones . . . Anyway, I'm here now. You have cut to the quick here, man. I have been known to stab myself until the blood formed a slow drip so much had bled out, but this one . . . WoW! To say that I relate doesn't exactly mean what it seems. I do relate, but it goes back many, many years, decades even that this poem and I find common ground. I did the same thing you are doing, I beat myself up about it, until finally, one day, I realized I had worked it all out in my head and was at peace with it. It took awhile, buddy, but I found that peace I hope very much you will find some day, and I feel that you will. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Memories of cleaning blood from the walls and floors, when I was a child, came vividly to life...it must be time to deal with them...very well written...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And so I lay down, in my bed of dead roses... Searching for a lost dream, before that door closes. But can't consciously deem it really should matter- The tears of this clown but the blood drops that splatter I think many of us know that search... you just write its desperation and frustration better than we could. Love the rhyme scheme... as you knew I would! LOL |
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