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The face at the window
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The face at the window |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
He walked by the face at the window Did he smile? I do not know Maybe it was a tear rolling down his cheek He is gone now I am alone once again Just sitting In my empty room Alone with my empty thoughts Was he just a dream? My fevered imagination Mocking me With a forgotten face An old long displaced friend Is this Madness? Is this how it feels? To collapse into myself The strength to stop my fall Less than a bitter memory I raise my hand to wave Forgetting momentarily that he is gone I smile at the shadow of no-one My mouth twitching in the attempt Then it returns Mutating as it reverts To a grimace of pain If I had a mirror I would cry to see me. To see what I was become what I am Where did he go The man in the window I miss the connection Even if he is not Will he smile next time? I see easy smiles In the world in my mind I see lives whole But only in part Beginning Middle End Will he be my connection The man who passed/ may have passed my window Will he be a redeemer My Janus distilled My chance in between Moment on Moment I cant picture him The moment is gone Was it ever real He is nowhere inside Like whitewash to my memory I am left once again No more nor less I would cry But I dont know why I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
to go mad is more than insanity its to go sane and keep falling till all thats left is sanity in a mad world. RS |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Oh my. This one drew me into the hypnotic maze, was he there? is he there? Is it all a dream, and if it was, can I make it real? Nicely done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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