Open Poetry #8 |
Neath This Thin Veneer |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Loss that rips the breath from life bind this heart in leaden chains shackled thus this supplicant's un-focused eyes survey landscapes stripped of color denied contrasting form no warmth to be afforded be-moan surcease of joy rent from unsuspecting arms replaced by gaping wound n'er to feel such sweet embrace bled of of memories fluid shadow forms of prior self reflect in pools of tears that seep into un-caring ground in rivulets of sorrow permiating emptiness robs completely sense of worth no respite shall be found here lie hollow empty broken spent of spirit bound in fetters of illusion made real by un-relenting grief |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very painful. Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You've described it well, Dr. Moose. Very well done. Denise |
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