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Memorial Poetry vs. ~Me~
Contributed by
tifrob
on
Wednesday, 28th May 2008 @ 04:09:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Trying to find the me inside, Emptiness ~ No tears to cry, Not much reaches and grabs hold, Is my heart made of stone? ~~~ For friends in pain I can be, What they seem to need from me, I know the words and what to say, When a friend cries with pain that stays, I can hold their hand and not let go, Walk their road as silence flows, I can stay with them day and night, Or sit on the phone as they recite, The horror that has been bestowed, The pain they believe ~ That no one knows, I can give their pain ~ Unknown words, Entwined with pictures ~ They feel heard, Take these words and pictures too, Matte and frame ~ Their past in view, This seems to give some relief, And yet, they hold it ~ And cry in grief. ~~~ Where is the me? ~ When I summon them, I dont cry ~ For her or him, Where is the me? ~ Why dont I cry? Am I dead? ~ When did I die?
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2008-05-28 16:09:23] (Date/Time posted on
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