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Thing |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Thing Poetry is my soul. Mine's been judged not worthy. The silence takes its toll, Leaves me naught but empty. I try to walk away, Always come stumbling back. A cycle of dismay That's turned my heart pitch black. Being opened to need Only invites despair. A soft word plants a seed, You wake to nothing there. I fall into the void, And pray there's no return To body I destroy... Reality I burn. And yet eyes open again, Somehow I'm still alive. Though can't tell you where or when Need in me was revived. The poison flows in my veins, There's no staunching the bleed. Internally darkness reigns, And holds me to the deed. The emotions confounding, Can't recall knowing peace. Silent echoes resounding, My wish for all to cease. Blue of this aura dying, All in me growing numb... There is no use denying The thing that I've become. Michael Anderson 9/12/15 |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...james |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Ah Michael...so much hurt...this echoes for me |
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