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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
She walks alone in the dark Reaching out but finding nothing Looking for sanity in an insane place She is confused She walks and walks Through dark streets and alleys Shadows lurking Voices shouting She turns to see whose there: No one Adding to her insanity The voices do not stop They fill her head at times Making her fall to her knees crying These voices, tell her to do things she was told not to These voices, tell her to trust them Not giving in Not loosing hope She walks Aimlessly through dark streets she walks When she reaches out She finds someone Someone she regretted finding That locked her up in a padded room Leaving her alone To wallow in her insanity |
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son of man Member
since 2000-04-25
Posts 125 |
whoa, that's a very good poem. what kind of inspiration brought that to life? sure was an interesting read. .ti ot etaler nac i kniht i |
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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
To tell you the truth, I dont know what inspired it...I just starting writing while it was dark in my room, except for my candle, and it just came, and flowed. I can relate too it too sometimes.... "DO NO GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT" Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men and their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught the sun in flight, And learn too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas |
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