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It's Time |
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D.B. Whyte Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 94Crest Hill, IL, USA |
It's time to see things to crouch in a cement cave and to watch the swirling leaves fall to their deaths I can see my breath but that reassurance is lost Think about this, contemplate that figure out this, solve that... I'm tired and I haven't begun Sleep comes hard and slow my eyes burn with the concntration What to do about this, how to handle that What is a man but flesh and soul How many mistakes am I allowed? I'm blue for you My past clutches at my faded clothes it's stinking breath exhaled in my face in one word, "FOOL" It's time to move on to climb the hill and wait for...what? "FOOL" D.B. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
DB... a very thought provoking piece...I ponder every word..I often ask too...How many mistakes am I allowed? I am blue for you...struck me like a viper. How sad I am.  JL |
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D.B. Whyte Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 94Crest Hill, IL, USA |
Thanks Jenny! I wrote that 13 years ago,but it still has some good meaning to me. D.B. ------------------ Mirror, mirror, I confess I can't escape this, emptiness No more reason to pretend Here comes that same old feelin' again ----------------Snowblind ................STYX |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Very deep,took me a bit but I finally got it.Well done. ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I wonder when I read this what it would be like to really sleep...like the peaceful sleep of a child, sleep does come hard to me. Great poem, D.B. Michael |
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