Dark Poetry #3 |
Ineffectual |
Furie Junior Member
since 2002-06-17
Posts 39Myriad of Unkown Places |
I am ineffectual, thus my prolongued absence, Knowing it does me no good to be here. What, really, can I do? Trying to creep on quiet cat feet, But there never can be any hiding. And my heart aches, bruised with knowing That something with the potential of glory Is just a dream, and a pain I beg for, Yet scream at when I must wake. I dig through the masses until I reach My destination, overcome with expanding perplexity. Why you call yourself that, I wouldn't know, Since it is something you are not. And slurs on character are misguided, Unproven. Did you say you would not let me leave? I have this truth to be a crown of despair. I feel my very presence is proof. And I still feel. Praying that it is you, And thinking perhaps it isn't, really, And thinking of your extremes, Wondering how I will die this time. It feels as though I whole 'nother lifetime Has passed, and it has. I cannot be free of what will not fade. My heart is a prisoner of your own. |
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