The Price Of Living Outside The Walls

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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

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in the shadows

0 posted 2005-03-05 11:54 AM

I have been told it’s cold out here
with death awaiting at the Gate,
but I have nothing left to fear out here,
where the lost and patient come to wait,
where there are many brave new worlds to build;
it is a survivor’s cross to bear out here,
where I awake each night tired from dreams filled
with cold awareness and much alone;
to realize nothing stands upon the murdered bones
is nothing but the curse of the strong willed.

I look back through my ice thick windows
knowing I have no where else to go,
every future is an empty place,
where things always get quickly out of hand,
filled with choices much too young to face
until one day each will attempt to stand
trying again to walk along its path of chosen grief;
that’s when my brain doesn’t fit my skull,
that’s why often I am slow witted in my choice of words,
confused and dull beyond belief.

There is more grief in life than I can feel
and these mis-rhyming lines have all been real;
you’re not your daddy’s little girl now,
I don’t know if you ever really were,
but you carry all her memories
in the pockets of your pretty clothes,
tailored well enough to fit with style
so time’s burdens are hardly ever shown,
and I am left out here to awake alone
without the choice of forgetting it is Hell
holding all the myriad memories
of all the many lives I’ve known.

©2005 by icebox

MGROVES

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since 2004-02-01

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california

1 posted 2005-03-05 12:11 PM

i feel you on this one

and i actually understand

My spirit will rise
above the sea~
There will be no drowning
of my soul or me~

Susan Caldwell
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since 2002-12-27

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Florida

2 posted 2005-03-05 12:23 PM

"and I am left out here to awake alone
without the choice of forgetting it is Hell
holding all the myriad memories
of all the many lives I’ve known."

lines to be remembered...

not that they could be forgotten if we live them.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla

3 posted 2005-03-05 12:52 PM

icebox
A very introspective piece. Enjoyed the
commiseration.

Marshalzu

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since 2001-02-15

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Lurking

4 posted 2005-03-05 02:08 PM

Wonderful writing

Andrew

BluesSerenade
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since 2001-10-23

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By the Seaside

5 posted 2005-03-05 03:09 PM

I have been told it’s cold out here
with death awaiting at the Gate,
but I have nothing left to fear out here,

Loved your opening lines, they set the tone for this fabulous poem.

*Bravo* icebox~

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

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California

6 posted 2005-03-05 05:45 PM

icebox

"filled with choices much too young to face
until one day each will attempt to stand
trying again to walk along its path of chosen grief;
that’s when my brain doesn’t fit my skull,
that’s why often I am slow witted in my choice of words,
confused and dull beyond belief."

I don't think you have ever been dull....!

passing shadows
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displaced

7 posted 2005-03-05 05:50 PM

yes, it is cold out here

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