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Other voices
Contributed by
Nardo
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Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 02:28:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I can see into his soft smile, and I am saved. The way his eyes wrinkle when he says "Hello", and I never want to return to Earth. Day after day, I am haunted by his sweetness, though it is only a memory, it still chills me to the bone. I need to be reminded why "home is where the heart is". My heart has left many a bloody mess in it's path of destruction. This destruction has been built upon a broken foundation of need not love. Of solitude, not sharing. The lifeless mass to which I am bound is not a home but, more often than most, a cell. But, just at the moment when fear and doubt flood my universe, the walls slowly crack. The reminder I need comes in as a slow creep as light and particles of dust cover my clothes, my entire surroundings, and I am blanketed by the only way he can love. I find comfort in my patients, for I know the walls will eventually fall, and I know this because his hands are blistered and bleeding from holding the hammer tightly, the hammer that breaks the cell. This is the reminder from him to me that home IS where the heart is.
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Re: Other voices
(User Rating: 1 ) by reprobate on
Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 04:46:22 PM AEST (User
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would you answer a question --- in the line ' I find comfort in my...' is that a medical reference or was it meant to be 'patience'?
just wondering how it fits
good job
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