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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Ghost I wake alone and wrenched with sweat, it seems most every night. In dream I sit by my headstone, with eyes vacant of sight. A dead man’s clone, hands clenched, I let the rose fall to the grave. There, seem to bit by bit bemoan a man I could not save. Plot untended, grass grown awry, I know no one goes there… Grasping what seems intended by this state of disrepair. Where, befriended by darkness I have but delayed its prize… Devoid of dreams, hopes rescinded – a life effaced by lies. Tragic ending my beginning, I read the epitaph. The pressures of silence rending my heart until I laugh. My mind wending, sifting, pinning points along the path; Ill-fated love and loss lending grief to the aftermath. I walk away, skies overcast, having no place to go. A bell tolls and something fey walks along side I know. In hues of gray, grimly amassed, and tinged with shades of sorrow… 'Recount the souls of yesterday in the storms of tomorrow. And without end I ride this wave, my own hell in the making; With naught to hold the thoughts unpenned in my riddled head, shaking. My only friend, beyond the grave, could I’ve changed this? I wonder… By breath blown cold into the wind, given this spell I’m under? A subtle groan, a listless hope, I pass it with the others. My soul to keep, I must atone for sins against my brothers. A penny thrown, a dangling rope; grasped with both hands and yet Each night 'find sleep, cold and alone, but wake up wrenched with sweat. Michael Anderson Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head... Coolridge [This message has been edited by Michael (08-03-2011 12:59 PM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Even Ebenezer had time to change the dismal future he saw... the bells that toll a death in dreams may yet peal the promise of a new day. *S* From first word to last, I was gripped by every line!! |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Captivating! Kat >^..^< |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
chilling... Lori |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Fine writing. Very true about sleepless nights and the ghost within. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
"... could I've changed this? I wonder..." YES! YES! just some words of encouragement. Smiles, ebonygirl |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ruth, I could stand to learn a thing or three from ol' Ebenezer I bet.  katahdin, Lori, I'm glad you enjoyed. Prasad, Indeed, we haunt ourselves without realizing it sometimes. ebonygirl quote:It was kind of a trick question now that I think about it. If the answer is no, there is only despair. If the answer is yes, then there is regret. Sucks to be me, I guess. Thank you for the encouragement, even so. Michael |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Again, your writing is excellent. Enjoyed the read. JL  |
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