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We Sit |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
When the world came to an end. We sat in a circle each looking out to what remains. We each saw ourselves mirrored in the destruction, the burning world around us. Our reflections bade us pause in our thoughts. Awareness soaked into us in the light of the fires around. We each of us lost in the moment. So we have come to this. Just the very few staring back to where we had been, who we had been. I myself looked with now unblinkered eyes to what was inside. My devils danced in those fires. All the bad thoughts, those I cheated, those I hurt. I stare and I cry for who I was. Most of all though I see all the many choices I didn't make. The girl I never kissed, the hand I never held. My heart broken again and again by words unspoken. My eyes sought, without my volition, my every hurt given or received. Every broken promise from a dead world. I realised, as I viewed the worst of who I had been, that I did not cry. I could not cry for the sins of the man I had been as much as they hurt. I could not cry because the vacuum I had come to inhabit would not allow the hurts to touch. Instead they drift around me like snowflakes in the wind. They flow around me always moving but never falling. Never feeling their cold kiss on my skin. So we sit in our circle each of us in our own world. Our pasts holding us in this place. We cannot escape its pull. Its painful magnetism appeals to the masochist deep in me. I'm rooted here hooked to the pain of a lost world. How long I have sat here I am unaware. It may be a day, it may be eternity. All I know is I can never leave, We can never leave. this is our world now. The memories are not what we were but what we are. Memories, just memories. I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith [This message has been edited by Walter Poe (03-27-2014 07:01 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Walter, this is a magnificent piece of writing. I have joined you men there as you sit and try to come to terms with all that has happened. Yes, I am there alright. Even better than that, I feel this is the spark I needed to write that novel I have been saying I couldn't write anymore. Thank you for posting this. If indeed I do get the novel written I will certainly give you kudos in the front of the book for its inspiration. ~*~ In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Walter this is an uncomfortable thought provoking piece. You drew me in and kept me reading while part of my brain was saying NO!! Good write Lori  |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Excellent.I had to go to the Archives as I have not read most of your work, I missed some good writing.Jo Perry |
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