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Eric Lorentzen Poem
writing by candle light like my literary Heros of years yester........................
.......................... what can I pull from my soul.. what gift can I sequester.....................
...................... As the pen Bleeds on to the paper
I realize I am alone.................................................... I am hit with a wave of solitude so powerful I can hear it in my voice I can hear it in my tone................................. Loneliness is my life long nightmare and my only true fear....................................................... and I am living it right now and I am living it right here................................................ I have made desperate attempts over the past twelve months to ensure my safety from what I am feeling tonight.......................................... They failed I failed and the tears are starting to blur my sight...................................................... Hell on Earth is where I have landed there is no place I would rather be further from then here.......................................... But I am forced to take this punishment... I am forced to wallow in my own fear................................. It is surprising how much a man can learn about himself when he must endure every bad dream he had as a Lad........................................................... and what I have learned about myself is I am a Liar trying to fool people by making jokes when the truth is I couldnt be more sad.................................... So as I blow out my candle I look forward to Dreams and R.E.M. sleep............................................... and tomorrow I will reach out to the ones I love and if they reach back just a little.... maybe tomorrow night wont cut so deep
Copyright © Eric Lorentzen | Year Posted 2013
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A cold,dark chill...wind and rain and bluster............... Fear overtakes me... Shakes out of control... I fight them with all I can muster.................................... The storm is blowing in the spirits... I catch a glimpse as they dance in the corner of my eyes............. I want to run for my life but I am paralyzed... Fixated on the Gray and Black skies......................... The
hair stands high on my Arms and on my Neck... The smell of death fills my nose and the shrieking sounds of screams violate the drums in my ears... I just want to be some place else.. but I stand strong and fight back the tears................................ I try again to flee but at every turn they manifest as the face of a Demon trying to capture my soul... why me............................................... They are darker than Black and so is the night... I am blind except for the lightning flash... and then it`s nothing I want to see.................................. They will chase me until I am weak and take what is theirs and that is the day I no longer live....................... Their pursuit will be relentless and they will pick away at my psyche until I have nothing more to give.................................... No one else need worry about these Demons they are mine alone and will haunt me until my very last breath.......................... and then I will live with them in the fire for an eternity... my Demons will own me throughout my life... and forever........ after my death..................
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Dark and Deep.... My Eyes wont adjust.... The air stale and dank... a pungent odor of must........................ This is where I live inside my mind I am awake it`s not a dream....................................Many more Years of suffering is my fate..... If I thought anyone would listen I would scream.............................................. The Universe has passed sentence and realized my every fear....................................My Body so alone and cold the terror overwhelming yet I dont lose one tear........................................... The blackness is eternal the solitude infinite.... crying for help would be futile and hurt more as it would be in vein........................................... As I can not be rescued from this Abyss and for my troubles I would only feel more pain....................................... The maximum punishment was handed down as death is welcome but out of reach............................. and loneliness will plague me for the rest of my life as I cant leave my children today because I have many more things to teach..........................................So for those in earshot of my written word please understand there are worse things than Death......................................... Like living in hell inside your mind........ Desperate to exhale your very last breath.....................................
Copyright © Eric Lorentzen | Year Posted 2013
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