| Open Poetry #33 |
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Lost in this reverie |
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jennirey Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 198North Richland HillsTx
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When the veil of intrigue fell away When the dance became mundane When the dreams of life are no longer a masquerade. The image that you painted seemed As a vague resemblance of what it should be Hope cries in my soul I feel lost in this reverie A debt is begotten and not paid. A beloved heirloom put away, Hidden in a chest for a later day. I scream inside wanting you to wake. Where am I and where are we. I am here don’t you see me. Dust grows thick on the corners. I am alone, yet we are together. Hope screams in my soul, For what we used to be. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
“Any idiot can rise to a crisis. It’s this day to day living that grinds us down.” Anton Chekhov |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
I like this... so sad |
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