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Stumbling |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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Today I'm stumbling over my words fighting back a sense of turmoil that is backing up in my gut making me feel on the verge of being sick. I'm looking back and looking forward the outlook is the same it appears love is fleeting, love is unpure love never stays until the rent is due. The box that holds my life is pitifully empty of happiness yet overflowing with a darkness that is permeating my brain. I'm afraid of being forgotten like some pale author who wrote from the heart and then fell off the face of the earth into an oblivion deep and wide. I fear being used, played out emotionless and wasted then tossed into the trash with all the rest of the scarlet women. I look around my small space fitfully I scream at the lack of belonging is this even my space or just a space I've stolen. Today seems to go on forever each minute longer than the last each second painfully, excruciatingly slow ticks by it angers me with it's methodic precision. I'm hoping for tomorrow now I'm hoping the sun will come out in my sky and the shadows of this past will be blown away in a blaze of glory. WhiteRose [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (07-31-2002 01:21 PM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Nice angst there W'Rose. Fear not, a new day'll dawn and all will be well once again. Hell! even I'm in a good mood now and again. ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Wranx Yes this is true, but at times the dawn seems so very far away. The sun does always rise, even as the heart cries, it will light the sky anew every day. Thank you for the comment. |
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MidnightSon Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 312between the gutter & the stars |
i like the way you mix up the rhythm in the 1st and second to last stanzas... you don't let the reader get in a groove, a reminder that this is about stumbling out of step... very cool. "I'm afraid of being forgotten like some pale author who wrote from the heart and then fell off the face of the earth into an oblivion deep and wide." my one and only fear...dying alone and forgotten. well penned this one. it's our struggle for identity that leaves us all unknown |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I started highlighting the passes I liked, then realized I had the whole poem selected. Great job, WRose. Hope you'll post more here. Dark's always thirsty for talent.  Mike Said if I only could ... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
That should read "passages." Sheesh! |
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