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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reality's Pall
[time] => 2003-11-26 07:37:30
[hometext] => Inspired by a talk with my mother. It hurts to realize how much she doesn't understand.
[bodytext] => He chuckled in the elevator Rememb'ring things before And how he'd loved the starry skies A tune without a score The door groaned, straining Against its hinges An echo of things now gone The metal creaked open He knew within-- --It'd been far too long-- A chilly eve was all it seemed A breezy velvet night A smile slid slow across his face But something wasn't right As hand met rung it clasped with haste And up the child ascended Seeking things he'd known before Scouring pains unmended And then he stood His eyes aimed high His shadow bright as day He looked above Searching the sky But it'd gone away It was gone Gone from within Forever left behind He'd not a trace Nor slightest clue His pain had made him blind Then deep embedded within his soul, He began to hurt A calloused heart was stabbed again Yet no blood would ever spurt There was no wind to chill his face Nor frigid, pale moon dimmed For all his tries he'd forgotten the taste --His cold was all within-- He blinked in a struggle The hollow craving returned He shivered to shadows For the things that he'd yearned As knee hit the ground a sad smile lit his features As a man who had lost all his faith For dreams and desires could be taught with no teacher His last wish now colorless wraiths It would never come back; He knew it for truth He'd lost once before Now he'd lost all his youth He chuckled again as his feet walked inside Still smiling on things of past A tear struck the ground as the doors closed behind him --The best things never last-- [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 13 [informant] => eternityslyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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