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Westcountry Guilt

Contributed by DaveXerox on Thursday, 7th June 2007 @ 08:05:23 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Im being trampled by the white horse on the hillside
Providence hands me a broom but I freeze
I couldnt sweep up the broken glass from the shop window
All those imagined conversations
Looks of concern on the station platform
Think Id be much safer trapped in the computer screen
The broken glass remains on the pavement
The broom is no longer within reach
And I dont even have the cash for a new one
Now Im trying to draw inspiration
From a man who has blood on his hands
Not because of the broken glass from the window


Now the dogs are pouring over the hillside
Im trampled by the white horse on the hillside

Carry on like this and ten years from now
Ill be alone in a lighthouse clinging to my postage stamps
Still believing I can change the world with a notepad and a head full of dreams
I wasnt left behind
I left my self behind
Reminders are everywhere
I leave post-it notes everywhere
Carry on like this and one of these days
Therell be no more broken glass left to sweep up
For the windows will all be boarded up
Maybe some of them already are


Im getting kind of sick of people calling me Jesus




Copyright © DaveXerox ... [ 2007-06-07 08:05:23]
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Re: Westcountry Guilt (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 7th June 2007 @ 01:21:23 PM AEST
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Nice write though the meaning is eluding me could be cause Im half brain dead tonight lol.

I did like the poem though

Michelle


Re: Westcountry Guilt (User Rating: 1 )
by pooper on Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 08:17:29 AM AEST
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Looks like, or sounds like, you gained insight into your
plight.




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