Open Poetry #40 |
Comedy of fear, |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Echoes are a nightmare a dream a dirty smear across a midnight stair some private little seer Reason is so far away and apathy two hands clutching undead roses and dirty bloody sand. Sleep brings one single lie and waking fills the mind with sounds that will not die and a hundred broken sighs No solid subtle something to hold up and declare The numb near nothings are eating all the air What is the sense in this when all too easy to dismiss? And ruefully amused Well, what is a grin to do when smiles are abused and gleefully removed? Now it’s gone! Oh, dear I think that I was near to nearly being clear in this comedy of fear. If you know what the hell this means please feel free to pass it on to me if indeed it is more than it seems and not just some fevered dream. "They will plunder all your dreams |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Excellent prose and read... you remind me of someone very much enjoyed the darkness within this the yearning to know more.... Excellent, incredible, awesome write |
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