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Open Poetry #18

Does the Clock Still Run?

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-01-08 05:38 AM

She spends her time in looking
And waiting there by the door,
But the path stays empty,
No one walks it anymore;
There’s no candle for burning,
No guiding light back to home
No warmth burns in her hearth now,
She is just there all alone.
And the food in the cupboard
Collects dust and turns to mold,
There’s no reason to go there,
She let the room go to cold.
On the edge of existence
Offering no resistance.

Gloom

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

1 posted 2002-01-08 06:13 AM

the clock ticks in the silence
caught by cobwebs shroud
the rats are scurrying onwards
thoughts become a deafening loud
she looks towards the doorway
for the face that will not come
as the ashes in the fireplace
match the grey of hope undone
no candle in the darkness
will shine or light the way
as she sits alone to wait for
death to lend his hand this day
on the edge of existence
offering no resistance

Sorry Gloom couldn't help it.

Loved what you did with the words.
Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2002-01-08 10:38 AM

Oh my. Sir have you been looking in my windows? This is so sad (because it's so me!)

His Poet
Senior Member

since 2001-12-18

Posts 750

3 posted 2002-01-08 10:58 AM

Prof. What a heartbreaking piece. Quite beautiful in all its sadness. Cheryl

May I say to Keth that your reply was wonderful too. Enjoyed both poems. Cheryl

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

4 posted 2002-01-08 12:56 PM

Yep. Each day passing just another scratch on the prison cell wall.

This one broke my heart--it sounds just like my mother--barely tolerating her own existance.

Very evocative imagery. whew...damn.

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