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To Die in Vain
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To Die in Vain |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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I struggle to see, but in vain, Through a dish, My heart lay burning Hot wax there collects In our journal for penning pain, For so long I have been earning Shadows now reflect Each night the shadows shroud my heart The coldest touch of death within Blows the candles and stills the pen All to black no escaping then In the dish a flash occurs My heart beats a withered last I place it in my hollowed chest Where a need for it has passed My love, this is where it comes to you Will you read my words? I sleep I find myself in hopes of waking Will you find what you wish to keep I’m often lead to my front door When I think I hear you call But every time it’s just the end Of another empty hall Muscles, stiff, prove night is gone I read my thoughts darkness spilled My world right now seems so small On the page forever filled The candle lights anticipation Another night be as before As I settle to do some writing A knock comes on the master door It’s hard to keep my hopes in check But a wonder has been captured So when I swing the door ajar I can't help but feel enraptured Now the words are getting heavy I wish I wrote I did find you For if a dream will ever end Only then will it e'er come true The candlestick appears so thick But in its dish, our love burns quick My only wish, to do its trick Every night, I'll relight the wick I only know my heart won’t live If I go ahead with the pain I also know through poem shared Each night I won’t die in vain [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 12-27-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Each night the shadows shroud my heart The coldest touch of death within Blows the candles and stills the pen All to black no escaping then =============== My world right now seems so small On the page forever filled The candle lights anticipation Another night be as before As I settle to do some writing A knock comes on the master door It’s hard to keep my hopes in check But a wonder has been captured So when I swing the door ajar I can't help but feel enraptured Now the words are getting heavy I wish I’d write I did find you For if a dream will ever end Only then will it e'er come true ================ My only wish, to do its trick Every night, I'll relight the wick I only know my heart won’t live If I go ahead with the pain I also know through poem shared Each night I won’t die in vain =========== Walt this is such a COOL poem!!! Wow I love this way cool poem ... you have captured and defined the nightly desire and struggle a writer goes through, the dance we do with our muse and the many emotions that come from both being unable to write and the satisfaction and release that comes when we pen the words. very well written and conceived poem sir .. excellent use of metaphor very cool write indeed jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent expression, Walt! Wonderful writing! Denise |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
Wonderful writing indeed, excellent job!!!  Pepper "A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth." Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
thank you three thank you yuh |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wow, you certainly live up to your initials, in fact so much so, I'll say it again backwards WOW! Keth Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
thanx Kethry OoO |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Oh wow this is such an amazing way out piece. Truly outstanding, utterly wonderful Excellant work Take care Mushy Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
This is a wonderful poem. You describe the sadness of a lonely night very well. I hope your special someone knocks on your door soon! "Where there is great love there are always miracles" -Cather "Love heals everything, and love is all there is"- Zukav |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Walt~ This is quite a piece ! It's almost as though you let another persona in with this one. Well woven, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Mushy, thanky so much Love Bug yuh the misses is the other room Marge yuh I have been lovin the stretch mode here lately |
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elisaseyes Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 196fort worth texas |
that's right I'm here watching |
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