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[title] => the place between heaven and hell
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[bodytext] => I see a dead bird where the sky was flying Fallen to the Earth in broken pieces of feathers What I would give just to taste the clouds And swim in the blue that was once you But I sink like the stone dropped to the ocean’s floor And as the light’s inner circle crumbles within itself The darkness swallows the world I used to live The sky closes as the bottom opens Left with nothing, I look up in search of you As the place between heaven and hell remains What is heaven but a speech spoken To lesson the load of our daily lives If we could reach it we’d all die too soon Our steps would carry our deaths in haste Running to end our suffering, laying our woes to waste How the garden would welcome us With all of the knowledge of not knowing In bliss, we’d lay down our weary tunes Our calloused fingers, broken hearts, and bleeding feet To walk no more upon the ashes of the past We’d be free of the burden of living For to live is to endure pain We’d throw down our weapons, our memories And leave our minds blank as pages To be written by the waves Forever striking the shores of today There’d be no time for tomorrow The future would be left on the shelf Until the day when it was released To reveal it’s true inner self To live forever would be a long death How many friends and family would Walk the beaten path to non-existence While you stand alone watching them go Carrying a torch burning dim Waiting to flame out but cannot For you are the last Loneliness is a dish you must eat alone For there is no one to share it with Just empty chairs and a table set for one Is there an escape from this harsh reality? Looming above us or burning below us Yet, we are standing between, neither asleep nor awake Our eyes are open but what we cannot see makes them blind If our lives ceased to matter or exist Would the universe even notice or care? For we are but a grain of sand on a beach One planet floating in the Universe Upon the whole painting of life We are not even a drop of paint Lost in existence is a terrible way Like a fish taken from the sea You are left without a breath Struggling for air fighting the inevitable While the world around you moves on For your time has stalled, slowed to a crawl In and out, first and last Life and death, stop and go Whatever it is it is fading fast As the place between heaven and hell collapse [comments] => 1 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zedwards [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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