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Reawaken

Wearing smiling masks, when inside we were dying There was a thousand unspoken words and secrets in that touch. I’m crying. I’ve been here before. The players all changed the scene the same. This mawkish girl falling into the maw of this wakeful dream The players have changed the scenes the same Forced to let go of all I know And loved. Dumbstruck with pain, no formal feeling comes Awestruck with the swiftness which numbness gained The wrenching heart in chaotic whirls Like swirling, whirling, concentric whorls Roiling, churning, toiling, burning up a sea of frothy-foam Then it stops. Nothing. Dead. Transfixed on a hum Humming buzz, buzzing then it fades like a promise A promise of peace The mind sets free --it’s blank—but free And like the corpse thawing from an icy-slumber I slowly awake and move on from loss

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/13/2016 6:01:00 PM
Strength is in the pen, your will to tell.
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Date: 1/28/2016 10:40:00 AM
Somewhat sad and beautiful...I feel like an icycle of the sky`s winter.Congrat.As Melville said, all noble being are a little touched by melancholy...
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