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Open Poetry #36

Beneath and Within

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2005-07-11 06:48 PM

Beneath this pale skin
Is a rotting within,
A cold soul that needs not freed;
Than just lingers,
Without hunger,
An old mold that the dark feeds,
A slime interior
Ever inferior
That death’s breath can not seed
An old tomb
That a wound
Where red shed still won’t bleed;
Does it bind me
Or perhaps blind me
From the concepts of this reality,
Though never forgot
I tell you it does not,
But taints the ranks of my fantasy
When sleep make dreams
Out of silent screams
That stillness rattles deep inside of me,
It is my inner night
Not purged by any light,
Chains my spirit never to free.

Gloom

passionatepoet
Junior Member

since 2005-07-11

Posts 10

1 posted 2005-07-11 11:19 PM

i think some people won't know what you are trying to say. I do though

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

2 posted 2005-07-12 01:39 AM

I do, however.....

.....jo

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

3 posted 2005-07-12 08:17 AM

ahhhh hah....you've done a background check on me, haven't you?

So so good to read you and your building icons of great withins`

Hugs to you

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

4 posted 2005-07-12 08:41 AM

Professor,
That's about as gloomy as you can get. LOL
But well done. Good morning sunshine.

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

5 posted 2005-07-12 09:00 AM

But taints the ranks of my fantasy
When sleep make dreams
Out of silent screams
That stillness rattles deep inside of me,
It is my inner night
Not purged by any light,
Chains my spirit never to free.

reminds me of a movie~~~ probably have it wrong since I am not good with titles..but The Night of the Living Dead...

When sleep make dreams
Out of silent screams
That stillness rattles deep
Yet come the morn
begone forlorn
arms encircled...keep

just thinking~~

M

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