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Into The Iris.......
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Into The Iris....... |
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Moonshine Member
since 1999-10-01
Posts 265Australia |
Look inside Through the old Cobwebbed windows Through the weary Weathered glass And you will see Bare and barren walls Stripped Of picture and memory And of good times past Bleached Of the vibrant colour That once was Where remnants of furniture Once lavish and soft Remain torn and Broken So that comfort is Void As they stand Defiant Upon bare Cold floors That yield No sense of home No flickering sense Of belonging In this place Where solitary sound Frantically bounces From each empty room To the next Desperately seeking The loving yellow light And warmth that Once Lived here Only to uncover The faded Grey Shadows That haunt This empty place Shadows Which reach deep Into the hidden centre Shrouding Its very core In thick Black Darkness Hiding From eyes that dare To inquire....... The burnt Charred Remains of me.[/b] [This message has been edited by Moonshine (edited 06-26-2000).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
WOW, J this is fantastic!! Loved it.  Yes, I am here, but I am dead, not alive, my body goes on, my spirit has died, and I though alive, feel dead inside. "Rose Petal" |
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Moonshine Member
since 1999-10-01
Posts 265Australia |
Thanx M! Your comments mean so much! |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
This reminded me of my Great Great Grandparents house out in the hills of Kentucky.....I went there not long ago to see it....empty and lonely....Great Poem!!!! Julie :) |
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Moonshine Member
since 1999-10-01
Posts 265Australia |
Thanx for your lovely reply Julie - I am glad that you enjoyed my poem. |
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