Open Poetry #41 |
Bittersweet |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The whispering voice, so well-known, Mysterious dreams, all the same, - I live in the world of my own, Of grief in a beautiful frame. I know that something is missing - The mind locked the heart in a cage. I'm no more living - existing, Just playing my part on the stage. I open my soul to a stranger, Whose guise is well-known, as it seems. He smiles, always calls me his angel And - all... Then I wake from this dream. My reveries are the best ever mirrors That show my strength deep inside; I gain all this strength from my fears To lose what has never been mine. |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
This is beautifully sad. Thank God we can dream. Rae |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
very beautiful! love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice piece of writing...James |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Very Beautiful Indeed, ARCTIC WIND |
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