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Trew Member
since 2000-06-10
Posts 365Ottawa, Canada 
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My tired mind calls to her. Trembling, every cell resonates her name. A lifetime without her, She is drawn to me now By the gravity of my thoughts. I search for her desperately As I slide deeper into confusion. Love, blending with fear and doubt; A black-red film covers my world. Everything I touch is cold. Water tastes like fear. Each breath fills my lungs with mouldy air, Thick with trepidation. The unforgiving mass of guilt Lowers itself upon me. Grey dawns overtake restless nights, Withered in the killing frost Of another torturous day. My heart pounds a weary rhythm And my soul screams into a void. Silent and alone… I can see her now, hovering above me. Her grey robes flutter in a timeless wind. Just beyond my reach, she glides. I catch myself staring upwards, Watching… waiting. Awkward glances from others, Curious to my actions, oblivious to my pain As thoughts overwhelm me. My heart – splintering; My mind – peering over the edge. She descends. Staring deeply into my eyes She takes my head in her hands And places a gentle kiss upon my lips. Tears, as from a catalyst, flow I collapse into her arms; her embrace Where she will hold me. Silently, she will listen. With all the souls of generations past And the warm compassion of time. She has given me a voice That can be heard through the tears As quiet as a pen stroke… Her name is sorrow And she has come to me today. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"I collapse into her arms; her embrace Where she will hold me. Silently, she will listen. With all the souls of generations past And the warm compassion of time. She has given me a voice That can be heard through the tears As quiet as a pen stroke… Her name is sorrow And she has come to me today." Oh my Trevor.. such a tender ache to this write.. extremely well done!! Hugs~Nancy Now - while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Very beautiful and poignant! Love, Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Grey dawns overtake restless nights, Withered in the killing frost Of another torturous day." oh my, but this gave me such a chill, the way a good poignant soulful write can do |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
This is simply wonderful. Very much enjoyed. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Trew This is very beautiful! |
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jennirey Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 198North Richland HillsTx |
You write beautifully. I can hear your soul through these words, Eventually the words will help you heal. |
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Trew Member
since 2000-06-10
Posts 365Ottawa, Canada |
Thank you all very much. A muse takes on many forms, I suppose; each their own emotion. This one was elusive for a while, but she finally arrived with a vengeance. I find some are more fragmented and disjointed (like this one). It really wasn't a comfortable piece to post, especially since I haven't interacted here in quite a while. But, I had to tell someone. I figured there was no better place to voice it than to the writers here. Thanks for listening and taking the time to reply. |
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