Open Poetry #27 |
The Box |
marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
The Box True to their beginnings Inevitability and hope Form a bonding That breeds fate; Fate, which has given me hint after hint--- The touch of the reaper’s scythe has told me as much But still my heart would not see. Time is so cruel, Like a bully or mentor It tosses the unconscious Into the black, cool waters of life An attempt to awaken that something… Some of us make it to dry land And find ourselves wandering unseen lands. You and I have probably crossed paths Or one day we will So forget this haggard face, The tattered clothing, The smell of my essence And my toothless grin, Instead look in the windows of my eyes And you can find me inside a cardboard box--- Scratching, scraping, digging, Trying to find what lies beneath--- Under all the air, the dirt, the skin, the soul; That which maintains our sanity; That which sustains our every breath; That which defines and is solitude; That smile that can’t wait for the next morning To raise its golden brow; That love no words can express; Trying to find myself. Marcel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is so sad, but with an essence of hope |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
good read,,, A voice of honesty |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Poignant write. Introspective and yet, outward looking. I enjoyed this, and thank you for sharing it, Marcel |
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