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ChemicalRepose Member
since 2004-03-28
Posts 102 |
Struggling to regain the will to stand on my own two feet Bounded limbs, but I'm able to crawl and lose my foresight Tonight we should fight before we lose this life. Daunted phantom of fear trying to escape From here and there Is an insoluble tear mocking you my dear Conquer this whole bewildered soul You didn't want to masticate me but you can obey this formula I entered the race but not to finish first only to endure the journey In which solace had been promised And now I sit here wondering why you lied to me you should have stole the oxygen from this fools distortion of their trinity I've been locked in solitary I saw it again today there she sat with her frailty |
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ChemicalRepose Member
since 2004-03-28
Posts 102 |
Hi, I was wondering if people would share their interpretation of this with me? |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
When fear of intimacy takes the reigns and ties the heart in darkness, it is sometimes necessary to fight for the love that will heal. Often in the screams of rejection are woven the plead to break the spell. And sometimes those that love us most, believe the lie, never to challenge the truth. Well done. TD |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
it seems to me also to be a straitforward rant against someone who pulled away. there are however echoes of pity in the last stanza. and the anger seems born of pain, not malice. it is intersting that you characterize the object as frail, when the poem reveals the speaker to be just as much. -majnu |
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