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Post by jeadren on Apr 7, 2006 15:28:42 GMT -5
this was an experiment. Normally I sit down, write a poem, and leave it, occasionally saving it if I like it enough. This has been an ongoing work, starting from a couple years ago. It will most likely be built upon. Feedback is welcomed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Close my eyes let the scene unfold time and time again, an inky murder, death by pen.
Words that are weapons, searing my brain. word that are open wounds, bringin yet more pain. these are the words of the past. in ink faded and grey.
Now I will write words meant to last more than a day. a lifetime a generation and a thousand years more.
This moment of pain, Is not the end of the story. with you by my side I am strong enough to last. I know now, that like all things this too shall fade, into the words of the past.
the bond broken, cannot be restored, and again I turn to the written word. my bloody pen, unsheathed again, ready to do battle with the storm within.
I see now, what we had was gone, but I will not let that destroy that for which we have fought so long. This is a life meant to last and I will not let it fade into the words of the past.
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