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Missing
Contributed by
net
on
Thursday, 12th November 2009 @ 05:45:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Here I stand between doors closed Voices leak from gaps on the floor Day by day this unease gets hold Day by day my list of deeds undone grows And the kettle burns empty and forgotten Moss covers all around, dust settles on And my eyes close, my brain slows Pain comes, roams and flows
This single step here claims my world The bed threatens the push onward Songs conquering the room with soothing words Beaten chords wet with forced tears Boring stands with meaningless excuses And the corpses start here to stink Echoes of laughter fade away one by one The mark on my cushion disappears And the last fingerprint is gone
And life still persist Yet colors gets washed away Flies circle around and drop dead Sun goes up and down, up and down And no shadows falling on the ground Theyre missing. We all are.
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net
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2009-11-12 17:45:32] (Date/Time posted on
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