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By shadowboxer Date: 2003 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.03.06.31.13423]] |
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Isnt life great, when it just leaves you in this state? all the lying, illusions and deceptions, all the hurt and pain when we lose our connections. all the misery, weeping, and detest, all the demons and devils our minds manifest. Quarreling through and through, time after time this is all we do. All the sick and infections, all our mirrors reflections. Dead here and now, a broken heart, a streaming dream now ripped apart. Losing and fading, screaming and dreaming, memories now, and still remembering. and trying to forget, but something wont let go, has a grasp far too strong, and wont let it flow. living the life, but not dreaming the dream, at least not like I used to, although so my exterior seems. And dangling from a branch of a winter dead tree, hanging there is my soul, and my heart that was free. And as my heart and soul diminish, the poor tree seems to die, it cant release, it doesnt know how to cry. It has no escape, it can't just die easy, it has to just stand there, as rain falls like empathy. It stays there not moving, it stands all alone, it stands lost in nostalgia, where no stars have shone. They say it will grow, they say it will lose this, but all their words, have turned her so faithless. They tell her time after time, and again and again, that she'll lose all this, that this will all end. But she still stands alone, loathing the granted, who were born with everything, and got whatever they wanted. Everytime a leaf sprouts, it dies as quickly as it came, and all she is left with is feeling the same, wishing she could be under the waves, never worrying about bieng loved, or concerned with bieng saved. Or under the sunset drenched in orange bright, or forever under the stars and dancing in their light. But most of all wishing for another, and being close to them, closer than sister and brother. Love and affection is all she would need, to help heal her heart, and help heal the seed. |