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A Drug Death... |
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Flame Junior Member
since 2000-03-03
Posts 34Tennessee |
Keeper of the Door Uncertain of the sacrifice, he gave his life to those who waited; A number called doubtfulness whose love was unrelated; Because he cried a dry tear, No happiness was shown; Laughter was inevitable, How could he have known? Robbed of his innocence, he went to fight once more, When his last breath was taken for the Keeper of the Door. Stolen was his will to fight, there was nowhere left to run; Not a single cry was heard when death realized he had won; Death stood proud, satisfied as his curtain fell; Silent wonder in his eyes glowed the secrets that won't tell. Stand back now, give some room for the hardened floor, Secrets, Secrets: Who hides one from the Keeper of the Door. He was walking strong, so full of life, sure that no-one could touch; Trusted well in his position that just a little was far too much; What he needed, He could not find, just an empty space; He gave all he had to nothing with no more he could waste. So come crawling back now, little one, come beg to me once more; Reaper, Reaper, the Soul Seeker was the Keeper of the Door. |
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StarrGazer Senior Member
since 2000-03-05
Posts 679Texas |
This was so hauntingly Beautiful great job!! "A poet is one who spends a lifetime standing out in thunderstorms, waiting to be hit by lightning" ~Randal Jarrell~ |
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Darla New Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 8 |
I enjoyed reading your poem.. Thanks for sharing it with all of us. Very deep emotions I believe. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Haunting and sad. Great work!! There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Uncertain of the sacrifice, he gave his life to those who waited; A number called doubtfulness whose love was unrelated; Because he cried a dry tear, No happiness was shown; Laughter was inevitable, How could he have known? Robbed of his innocence, he went to fight once more, When his last breath was taken for the Keeper of the Door. --------------- Stolen was his will to fight, there was nowhere left to run; Not a single cry was heard when death realized he had won; Death stood proud, satisfied as his curtain fell; Silent wonder in his eyes glowed the secrets that won't tell. ------------ damn, this is amazing... i love this poem...very well thought out and written... this may sound strange...but i know "this guy"...its like you wrote it for him... take care, jm Do you live by the book, do you play by the rules Do you care what is thought by others about you If this day is all that is promised to you Do you live for the present, the future the past... tracy chapman |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Nice to see you back, Flame. You've been missed. And Wow - what a poem to come back with. I read deeply into this... Haunting, indeed. michael |
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