Open Poetry #32 |
A Bad Place To Be |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
It’s a bad place to be, in the middle of free alone to decide where next I must be, never to move or stay here cocooned, fed yet hungry, unfeeling and numbed. It’s a bad place to be, on the edge looking down alone to survey past deeds on the ground or stuck halfway in the middle of dreams alone to not know whether they will be real. It’s a bad place to be, and I know I am right, when born and bred into untruths and lies and now made to know an ultimate truth but not ever to own indisputable proof. And yet, and yet, we all leave too soon for always, forever, there’s only one moon that rises to herald the end of our days before knowing love in the purest of ways. Not by my will does the moon hide away for here I must stay till I come of age to freely join hands with undying love and gladly look down from way up above. The ground, my land, my earthly abode, sometimes can be too hard on the soul but someone is writing the last chapter, line, and the moon too soon will rise in the sky. The moon, my moon; how will it be, sad and blue or smiling at me? Helen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I can relate to this |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Helen, good intorspection where, thought provoking, I liked a lot |
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