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The Fort
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The Fort |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
Under the light the calling sings Blindly enchanting the scorching rings In an impulsive flutter of burning wings The flickering of moths nurturing thought Was it air or ashes they sort Crushed within the hand of our father’s fort Tim unearths residence on lonely concrete Never perceiving the shade of his fathers eyes He crumbles forlornly from broken feet Famished and shaken he glares into social deceit While consuming emaciated **** from the street Susan lies dejected in bitter mud Beauty concealed in scars of the cigarette bud Sensing the abhorrence of her peers Her trembling hands clutch the noxious shears As she gasps for air under crimson tears Chris lies lost in the shadows of his father Stone stares to the fall of his mother Tripping in a plunge to a silent bell His bloodshot eyes now reflect upon a cell For he be the son of freedoms hell Amy staggers alone down a path of obscurity Evading her last slice of dignity Trapped within the walls of daddy’s peck His tainted gift a necklace of rope That now resides tightly around her fragile neck In the gathering of memory lies the thought Was it air or ashes they sort Crushed within the hand of our fathers fort |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
That was so beatiful. I could find no wrong it was beautiful. I loved the gentle symbolism and the story. I love this poem. -Juju- |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You move me poet with the depth of this write...it is not the topic that is beautiful...it is the painting of pain that is mesmerizing. You captured something here few could. Well done. TD |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Welcome to Passions, Ben. This was an enthralling, intelligent write. Thanks for sharing. |
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