Let me Dance in Ignorance
By Circe Avalon
As hope lies wait
an intangible array of discord
wreaks like an odor
long forgotten
tastes like the things I don't want to remember
Sour on the tongue
like the bitter days
where only aches of days past treads
worn and weary
like many long hours stretched into infinity
The rains fall
beating down upon the innocent
submission forced upon those who can no longer stand
Right and Wrong
turned into words in a song
They hold no real meaning anymore
The song plays
and becomes the back drop
The real meaning
The melody
and we, the tone deaf
Hope can only weave in and out of the air
Here and then not
and maybe never here at all
Swimming through the years
trying to unravel the only things I know
taking apart the vital components
applying them to my heart
almost like trying to put the batteries in the other way
Still, no success
I don't want to remember
The times I wanted to be happy
The times when I wished
The times when I thought the sun, for a few moments, shined only...for
me
Can I dance with the once proud
And twirl in ignorance
As in the golden days?
Now I just twirling an evening of despair
A lone dancer
Going through the steps of a warped reality
The meanings that were once concrete
turn into sand and run threw my fingers
tears trickle, and fly into the wind
Swallowed by the air
Sucked into a void
Much like the void of existence I have become
I'm not really here
I don't think I ever was
But something won't let me leave
Comments on "Let me Dance in Ignorance"
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On Sunday, April 13, 2008, freudian-slip
(237) wrote:
at first it was hard to find the direction but you hit the nail in my head toward the end. OUCH! loved it
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On Monday, April 14, 2008, Circe Avalon
(115) wrote:
I tried to make it unsubstantial. Sort of like how a crazy person weave in and out of coherent thought.
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On Sunday, April 13, 2008, Crimsonrose
(9) wrote:
Great write ~ makes one feel the importance of what never mattered, and who was never really there anyway.
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On Sunday, April 13, 2008, Narcissa
(397) wrote:
"Hope can only weave in and out of the air"...I love that line. The whole piece was wonderful.
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On Sunday, April 13, 2008, Circe Avalon
(115) wrote:
Thank you so much! It practically writes itself....