the call: resistance, or the lack thereof.

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Open Poetry #29

the call: resistance, or the lack thereof.

meteoraLP
Junior Member

since 2003-10-24

Posts 15

0 posted 2003-10-27 02:09 AM

her head burns with pain as she walks towards
the hell before her,
its light boring into her skin,
her eyes sinking deep within her soul,
blinding her,
walking slowly towards the place she fears; blinding her,
not able to turn around.

and the light is so beautiful.
she cant turn around.
why would she?
when she knows this light (heaven? hell?) is shining so brightly,
so beautifully,
ahead of her.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2003-10-27 03:59 AM

what? and leave this wonderful life we have?

I would not turn around either

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

2 posted 2003-10-28 09:06 PM

wonderfully descriptive.
Kethry

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

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