Dark Poetry #4 |
Phantom love |
River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
Nights pass through sleeplessness restless as i bore holes into my sheet covers burning, wanting this phantom to bring peace and fulfillment to emptiness that begs. wake screaming from half asleep nightmares, hallucinations of giant creatures hunting my blood, leaping at my face too old for mommy to hug me to distant from angelic comfort to weep I will myself to forget it all; warmth of arms that cry for love, gentle breathing of silence in my ear, but fail only saying he is dead - not of this world. fate laughs. when given up, that's when I find the phantom that was dead, standing in front of clear blue sky looking far beyond, through, into my eyes. How can I stand here and not be moved by you? - Lifehouse |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I get the feeling of something being or needing to be cleared from this. The garbage. Maybe we both have some sorta extra stuff that needs to be removed. I know I do. Good poem. -GIS just a little light please, like syrup or a filmy substance. |
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