Open Poetry #21 |
Further Existence |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Laying down, Listening to muted sound, All around, As hearts pound, Faintly in the aged body, Barely here Barely there, Barely something left to see, Shallow rest, Waking test If will continue to be And then found Within this reality. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Your words you lay down are silent in sound, But I hear them run through my head. If you were here, no longer there bared we'd be found, instead. I'm teasing from here, trying to steer these words to be making some sense. Aged or not, you are not forgot as I respond to your gloom in defense. oh well, I couldn't sleep, this poison ivy really itches and I don't think I can come up with a poem for it..so you got this one instead. M |
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sigheyes Member
since 2001-04-25
Posts 323the winds of destiny |
Interesting concepts. Sometimes reality is what we make it? Just a thought. Good poem. |
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