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niteismyday Junior Member
since 2012-06-19
Posts 35 |
Waiting in silence for the light to disperse. Flickering softly, And emptiness takes its place, Acknowledging the apathy of the bare halls. The comfort of solitary presence. Alone again. Searching for something so chimeric, unreal. But all that awaits a pair of shaking hands, Is an absence of an open heart. A cold body, once strong, now falls apart. Through years of knowing nothing more, Than abandonment and vacant shelves, Love was forgotten like everything else. A voice unheard until it met its own demise. A glimpse of hope ends in broken dreams. Failure is more natural than fortune ever known. No arms to catch a limp body as it falls, To hell's depths where a corrupted mind finally feels It Belongs. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
A well writen poem, with depth and also sadness, not sure if it is what your inner most thoughts are now or perhaps from the past? There is resignation and bitterness yes, but a sense that even now it could still be turned around and made good. A plea, almost to the cosmos itself, it says ''why forskae me?'' but underneath it says 'dont forsake me YET''...enjoyed the read...thanks for sharing.. Goldenrose music was my refuge.i could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness - Maya Angelou |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
A lot to ponder and discover in your words. I like this post and I also like your user name as I am also a "nightismyday" person. enjoyed, jo |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Like your pen name, and your write. Yes, the undertone of "don't count me out just yet" was detectable in the subtle silence between the lines. TD |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Unlike Goldenrose and ThisDiamond, I didn't see the hope - just the hopelessness after too many disappointments at hope. It is beautiful and very sad and exquisitely and superbly written, and I understand its every nuance from the depths of my heart - only too well. That is why I fill my shelves with books and my heart with my own animals and every other one I meet, along with the magic of nature and its different gifts every day and that is also why I tanatalise my brain with the excitement of designing databases. Owl |
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