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Unfinished |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Unfinished At what point did life ‘come so grim I lived by closing my eyes? At what point did “I” become “him,” As I have so improvised? Is life already so far gone I must forego all feeling? Why am I still to darkness drawn, Though in it I’m but reeling? How is it I can walk outside To greet the sun in rising, Still feel nothing at all inside, And not find that surprising? ‘Don’t know how to continue on, Though, ‘believe I am not finished… Yet everything I look upon, Somehow still seems diminished. The young lovers on the parch bench, Are they not worth a smile? This longing that I long to quench, But can’t seem to reconcile Might drive me mad before I’m through, But how can I deny it? The one thing I could never do, Being: just simply get by it. Everything I touch I destroy, The tragic disconcerting… I came to understand, as a boy, Amidst all of the hurting. A look in eyes of betrayed trust – Monuments cast in shadow. And though the faces fade to dust, Those eyes will ever harrow A cold truth from this heart of stone, Among the wreckage, my gift; As I stand, forever alone), Floating, endlessly adrift. A sanctioned truth, the coldest lie, The silence that imbibes me; Returning, alone, as I die, To the darkness that transcribes me… To a name, etched in marbled mind, Unnoticed as you walk by. A smile on lips, a hand, in kind, In yours ‘neath a clear, crisp sky. With a gentle breeze I’ll never feel – That stirring of emotion… Dead, as I am, all life surreal, ‘Cept for this silent devotion. Michael Anderson |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael...This one goes very deep into the soul... Really enjoyed...Paul A hollow soul that thrives on pain but feels no pain. Like a fire that burns forever but it's flames temper your soul as everything around you turns to ashes. ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
It's the very human perversity of the soul to be so wooed by the dark.....I can relate to all the heaviness this poem holds... |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Dead, as I am, all life surreal, ‘Cept for this silent devotion." And it is yet, "Unfinished." I guess we all have a devotion to something. Some one thing some another thing, I think only one thing can have our full true devotion. And we deceive the other. You have done nice work in this write, my friend. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Some people are afraid to explore the feelings of darkness that often haunt us all. You explore them, and try to understand them, and allow this kind of catharsis to happen. I'm always amazed when I see the results. You write with ease, what I struggle with on a daily basis. (hugs) |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
How is it I can walk outside To greet the sun in rising, Still feel nothing at all inside, And not find that surprising? ‘Don’t know how to continue on, Though, ‘believe I am not finished… Yet everything I look upon, Somehow still seems diminished. How is it? I have walked in this shadow, and like this stanza, knowing you are not finished is the ray of hope that one can hang onto to save their sanity. Well done analysis of a dark, hard place to reside. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Paul, some choice words you have there… I think you understand me like few have. Thank you. Bel1e, I know you can… but you express it far more elegantly than I ever could. Thanks for reading. JL, indeed, there is one true devotion we all have, one cannot serve two masters you know. Thank you for your insightful words. Nicole, I would ease you of that burden if it were possible. I cringe to think of one sharing the dark I inhabit… and not from a selfish vantage point, either.  Here’s to brighter days ahead.Mysteria, you get used to it after awhile. I’m glad you enjoyed.Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Is life already so far gone I must forego all feeling? Your talent is incredibly immense, but I can't believe that even that gift would allow you to write words that invoke so many feelings and leave none for you to claim as your own. When life pummels and pounds us enough, we might become numb to the blows just to protect our sanity and carry that numbness even when we manage to rise... but that doesn't mean we can't heal. You may be drawn to darkness but you shine through it. Your title could mean undefeated as well as a work in progress, not yet completed... I see you as both, dear friend... and hope better days bless you soon! |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Michael, We know that without the dark we can not see the light. Thank you for writing what I, at times, feel myself. Ms. e |
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