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walking the city |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA 
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walking with pensive mournful stride it appears that I blindly pace the city wearing my blank face as a robe, covering the need to protect my empathetic soul; all think that I think not, about what I see, comprehension lances to the core of my heart with the knowledge of what a prison, the city can be; incarceration, compression--world's forsaken ones; entanglement and estrangement of all, surface perception--misunderstanding; mind of my hand reaches out pale ghost not to be seen as it blends with the lambent air with a touch that is not there; I dare not feel, for I fear what I am; the one who longs to ease the pain knowing that it would not be enough; if I lance my long white throat and bleed at your naked black feet, would this redeem the pain buried deep in the lines of your hands generations of sorrow and anguish undermining numbness, lost of one; what can I offer? besides the fact that I see the tears that wash the shores of mankind for a thousand years of endless tides, erosion of all civilization in the name of greed; what can I say? besides the fact, that I can't say that I understand, when knowing that my understanding is incomprehensible that I should care; I see the knowledge of your laughter at my audacity that I would know what your pain is as you step over my aching mind; covering the need to protect my empathetic soul is my blank face that I wear as a robe as it appears that I blindly pace the city walking with pensive mournful stride |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Sorry, I'm no good at analysis - just wanted to say I've been there too - so much pain, but it eases, it does ease... |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
allan, by the fact that you stop here and told me that you see what I was saying, that in itself works very well for me. I find that even if someone tells what they see or feel, either what I intended or perhaps something that I didn't intend, helps me view my words more critically and makes for a better poem. Also I found it really helps to have someone question what I'm trying tosay which helps me to dig deeper into the words to make myself clearer. Thanks. Lady Nogs |
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