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Coffin of Trust
Contributed by
Mild_Tempest
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Friday, 10th June 2005 @ 03:55:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I lie here in my future coffin of lies,
Dying slowly from your dishonesty,
The door slowly shutting, closing,
Soon the nails will come piercing in.
All too familiar the only scenario,
Too much crammed into a feeling,
Too many feelings crammed into a body.
Your powerful mind is all but gone,
The persuasive power is too intense.
I lie here in the coffin that you made,
Carved, black, wooden and deathly.
My soul lingering only by a bit,
Evaporating quickly under the red sun.
Inside a vortex I spin, losing control,
Unbearable colors swirl through my mind.
All too much for me to control and handle,
The lid is closing too fast, much to fast.
At last I will have quiet, my mind back,
Away from you I will live, away from you.
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Mild_Tempest
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2005-06-10 15:55:46]
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Re: Coffin of Trust
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by shelby on
Friday, 10th June 2005 @ 04:53:46 PM AEST
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chilling dark emotional you had me feeling this, great write
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Re: Coffin of Trust
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by gwenevere on
Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 04:42:29 AM AEST
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| This is an excellent write.Very dark and moving.I was once prisoner in a coffin just like you.Held by someone I thought was too powerful to resist.Then someone came and lifted the lid and let in a ray of light.The vampire in me was put to death and i learned to live and trust again.Can you hear that tap on the lid? Listen hard. |
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Re: Coffin of Trust
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by Archie on
Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 08:41:49 AM AEST
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| When some one breaks our trust a part of us does die and often our future friends suffer because it is harder to trust again. I see all those things in this poem. Somehow I always blame myself for the lack of humility in others and it keeps me from finding a place of forgiveness. |
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