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Dark Poetry #1

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Silent Silver
Junior Member

since 1999-09-26

Posts 12
AZ, USA

0 posted 1999-09-26 04:05 PM

As the night
seeps in, I feel the icicles on my spine.
The air, bitter from your presence.
I remember your arms like branches
keeping me safe.
Now snapped like twigs from the tree of my soul.
With you here, I was at peace.
You were a soldier guarding the fort that was my mind and body.
Now, unprotected, I am cold and alone in this devious world.
Their lies tempting me, their cruel words slashing at my conscience.
Where do I turn?
End of the line, one way train going nowhere fast.
This is me without you my love.

Systematic Decay
Senior Member

since 1999-09-15

Posts 1301
That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........

1 posted 1999-09-27 06:14 AM

Very good poem, I would feel the same way if my love is gone

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"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."
-Billy Corgan-

JennyLee
Senior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

2 posted 1999-09-28 10:34 AM

I really think this is good.
I could feel the icicles !!
Hope to read more. :~)

Jenny

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