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Sick Place Inbetween
By unspeakable truth
It was unbearable holding your bloated, scar ridden hand
Even with
the warmth, the pureness of touch invited
Life, death, every single
sick place in between, where you refuse
To lose, choose, see or be
anything other than...
Are you comfortable there?
Imagine
the dance we could have danced together
By joining, our unbounded
spirits
Dreaming rhythmically of snowflakes and sandcastle sanctuaries
Can you envision it?
Yesterday, I sat at the edge
of the fall
Tenderly remembering your face, enthralled
Begged
of God, to please let me back in
To be turned away by the harsh cold
wind
You were my reckless abandon, the cage that captured
my fear
My permission, to keep fortifying the veneer
An empty
place I wouldn’t admit
A darkness that I’d rather permit
From the burnt spoon, to the truth in each bag
Reflected back
from the mirror and solidified upon a bloody rag...
And with
the powder properly placed I shush the tears from my eyes
Once again
suppressing torrents of emotion to whisper another goodbye
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Copyright 2010 unspeakable truth
Published on Tuesday, December 21, 2010.
Filed under:
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On Saturday, January 22, 2011, Phalanx
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wrote:
Those places we stay never last when all we do is look for rest. I suppose it works this way for a reason, you could speculate so much but, even though it hurt's for a time, there are lapses where the pain shrinks to a hum and we remember ourselves and what we are meant to do. stay strong and thank you for these beautiful renderings.
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A former member wrote:
usually rhyme gets me stuck, but the soberness and somber quality of this ensnared me. a ggritty hurting piece despite its lighter sounds.....
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