Open Poetry #29 |
Barely |
Masked Intruder
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since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Walking in dizzy lines with my eyes open, but shut... I can hear your voice still crying into my hair, begging, pleading for me to stop laying on the ground, to get up; it will all be okay in the morning. But the morning comes and it's no better, but worse... The sun is up. The air is sharp. But I can't find you as I look around this place I don't remember coming to. You're not here, but friends have taken a care. I'm alive, but you're not here, and that somehow makes it much worse... The ice didn't chink, the glasses weren't glass, but it worked the same going down, and it felt the same coming up; it only deadened the pain for those few brief hours. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't say it enough. I don't understand, but I don't need to. As long as you understand; it's good enough for me. Thank you for not being moved, for holding me; being there. You were all I needed. Your friendship is all that matters. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kinda sad but I know how it feels |
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Siofra
since 2000-09-28
Posts 551State of Suspended Passion |
you always manage to mesmerize me, Masked One. **hugging you** Misting you...I hope life is well it has been amazing to watch your poetry grow and grow... "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words |
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