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Voices
Contributed by
kewter
on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 08:22:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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If this is the only way
I can get him to listen
I will pour my heart, my soul, my love
Everything, only so he will understand
Do not think I am condescending him
Into the great pits of hell, for
His love is overfilling
It is red wine rising up to fill the flask
Cascading over the glass
But the dam he is building is great
Built with bricks that shun the views
Of those he should care
Let his spirit soar
Let him do what he wishes
He can be free, a man without chains
No longer bonded to this world
He can fly
However
While flying he will always remember
The voices, pleading with him
Begging for his ear
Wait
He made the choice
He will be tortured by the voices
If only he could hear them
Copyright ©
kewter
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2005-02-21 20:22:33]
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Re: Voices
(User Rating: 1 )
by high_on_duct_tape on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 08:25:54 PM AEST
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| Wonderful poem |
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Re: Voices
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 08:28:21 PM AEST
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| You did a wounderful job with this poem! |
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Re: Voices
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 08:28:50 PM AEST
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| This doesn't suck at all. Good work. Keep it up. |
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