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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
There was a sadness in the air Tinged as it was by the scent of loss. She didn't see me across the room She looked through me A ghost of her past Her eyes couldn't bring themselves to greet I floated away on the breeze Lost in the dreams of others Their small happinesses were blades I feel the cuts again and again As I, unnoticed, pass them by And I bleed inside I fade and lose the memory of where I was The memory of who I was Then I am gone No one noticed The essence of a tear slips From No one to Nowhere And the last faint echo of its passing resounds I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
This does indeed brush the soul as a phantom might on the dregs of some half-remembered dream....lovely stuff, WalterPoe~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
you write misery masterfully, it flows like a concert violin solo. Lori  |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Ah, this does suck the soul and it's painful memories to the surface, doesn't it. But memories are "us", and even they need airing at times. Very well done. jimmy |
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