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The Nightmare Lingers
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The Nightmare Lingers |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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With the break of day still the nightmare lingers peace now fleeting, gone! Slipped right through my fingers. Blasted once more upon. Memories of grief and shame. Buried once, now they live, they surfaced in the game. A game of words, of art. What is, what isn't there. Haphazard sling of phrase, the hurt. My God who really cares. The demon now persistent gnawing at flesh and bone, creeping over mind he does refusing my plea alone. Violation now relived. I give up the fight of spirit throw in the towel, depression now oh how at last I fear it. A game of who can best with word, who can play with life poetic. To me the game, a losers chance to me, the words, pathetic. WhiteRose "The first rule of poetry, write what you know." [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (10-03-2002 10:18 AM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 I love how you let it out, Anne. |
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