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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Sep 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.08.15.40.8589]] |
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The tears that flow so easily now Were once held back by confusion And I, blinded by false hope and lies Believed in the unstable illusion I adjusted the knob many times, fruitlessly attempting to find the picture but all I got was a distorted static noisy blur. Tying my sanity to the illusion was a really bad idea; it blurred my reality so, blinding me to all around me. Like Icarus, we flew too high too fast, melting the wax, which held together the feathers of our love, and crashed into a boulder with such force that the pieces of us intermixed as we were putting them together. Unheard was all the advice from friends and family, gentle souls who had not ever felt the passion or understood the flight from which my heart had fallen. I should have buried it there, and walked away. But like so many before me, I feebly attempted to piece together the remains of something which was broken from the beginning, because to accept the death is too much like surrender. The funeral is over, the grieving has begun, yet I still wake from restless sleep with the emptiness and pain. Through the tears, and the cloud of alcohol, I somehow perceive the twins of love and hope, hiding under the skirt of an angel. Soon I will be able to wipe the tears from my eyes and see what is real. Soon. The reckless pinball that is my heart will stop bouncing from flipper to bumper to target, and fall back into it's proper place. Game over, no score, tilt. There will be no more double or nothing. My destiny, should I choose to accept it, is to wander aimlessly through the wasteland, rescuing or being rescued by broken lovers and finding no solace in their touch. The contrast button is missing, I can't quite get the picture. |