Open Poetry #39 |
Hard (ramble series ) |
Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
It is not easy when I am here in this solitary place and space of mind the emptiness surrounds me until it is absorbed through every pore rushing through my veins until I am left emotionless staring at the walls listening to the sounds of silence breaking with every tick of clock praying for time to stop just long enough for me to catch my breath to analyze any feelings left but there are none to be found here or there I am void of feelings anywhere. Left cold, I lie within this secluded tomb trying to regain the warmth of mothers womb. I am voiceless, alone with my spirit scarred here, in this nothingness.... it is hard. I have felt the healing in the fingertips, burning up with fire;I have held the hand of the devil, it was warm in the night, it was cold as stone-I still haven't found what I'm looking for.....U2 [This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (12-01-2006 07:30 AM).] |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
staring at the walls listening to the sounds of silence breaking with every tick of clock'''' wow have I been there, I relate donna.... Life is a balance of holding on and letting go (KU) |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
It sounds like you need an RX from Doctor Love. Got one coming up... Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
" praying for time to stop just long enough for me to catch my breath to analyze any feelings left" that got me |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
yes the same lines grabbed me gentle Donna it feels so so sad |
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