Dark Poetry #3 |
Watering the Graves of Thought |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Watering the Graves of Thought I dug down deep into the earth, "minigraves", I said. Each stab I took, each shovel full, removed my seeing red. I thought today, when riding home, with plants to garden fill How nice it'd be, if only he, in kindness, would use his will. Each time I try to settle thoughts, to calm inside of me He disappoints, impatient look released in words from he. Completed I, the pansy faced, the sweetest williams seen Shaped the garden, to my taste despite the want to scream. The silent sounds that shake my soul, my confidence to naught Rattle still inside my head, between desires caught. If only you were in my shoes, though small compared in size Then you would too, know why these plants were watered through these eyes. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
You describe an emotional battle very well. Sometime a person has to do something constructive with the energy anger sometimes creates. This is a good picture of that. [This message has been edited by Songbird (edited 05-14-2001).] |
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