Critical Analysis #1 |
Death of a Victim |
Pearls_Of_Wisdom Member
since 2000-09-02
Posts 175 |
The fabric of romance has worn too thin, A veil to shield my eyes, So I won't have to see what I know I must see, So others won't see who I know I must be, So I stay in my cage though I try to fly free, So the past will not write a reprise. Along with my veil of dramatic black, Gloves I also wear So I won't have to touch the hearts I must touch, So I hide my hands though I know I cannot, So I will hold back when I want to reach out, So I pretend that I don't care. At the funeral of a nameless someone Whose faceless face I'm unable to see, I cannot help but cry But to wipe the tears from my eyes, I must remove my black silk gloves And draw back the veil over my eyes, And in the light that follows the rebirth Of the one I thought had died, I can almost see what I could not see: The ghost in the casket was I. |
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merlynh Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 411deer park, wa |
I read not thinking, so as to let come out. The end suddenly made me realize a rebirth. My hopes are this is not only the first. |
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