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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The sky sits above, it watches for my mistakes. It prepares me to pay for a sin by a sin. I am a fool and a brigand. A lost soul and a wizard. I am, now, what we always claimed to be. Magic and the Sun. We held and we owned the dreams. We placed ourselves above. Now I will pay for them rightly. For aiming too high. For looking up still, Now I am old and grounded. Now merely dreaming of the dreams I once held. So I will prepare to fail. As I was once loathe to do now it is my lot. I wish we were whole once again. A group, a team, friends. But that is gone, it died along the way. Now we do not talk we do not see. The 'close' it went so far away. I was once asked 'do I miss it'. 'I do not know' I answer truthfully, as is not often my way, I do no longer remember why. I look at your faces. those I can still see through times fog. I find I am blind. To what we were to who I was then I grope for a past. It did not glow but its lights still die. It leaves my world dim now. myself I am but a spectre of him. He smiled as I do not He loved as I can not. He was loved as I am not. Should I envy him. My corporeal self. That warmth I must have felt. Or should I cry more crocodile tears. Knowing the future on his shelf. no I no longer cry. It is not in me. No more could a lion cry for a lamb. No more could a God cry for a man. I am above him now as he was once above me. I am his shield become form. His Nightmare from harm. I am half a man. Perhaps that is why I am alone For he, whom I once was, is gone. Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
i love the own side look of the poet, like a confession with wisdom and emotion, it works artfully, rhanks a lot, yann |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
I like. Life has a way of taking chunks' out of us, leaving 'less of us' you wrote it perfectly |
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