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Freedom: Act 1, Scene 1
By DescendingDown
Bleeding memories
Trampling
insecurities
In dampened breaths
Of an unforgiving eternity
Ruins on my path to tranquility
A cemetery of scars
Solitude infecting my soul
Penetrating seeping wounds in my
subconscious
Overdosing on a stagnant reality
That burns
the skin from my blind eyes
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush
Published on Saturday, September 19, 2009.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Freedom: Act 1, Scene 1"
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A former member wrote:
"A cemetery of scars" we ALL have 'em.
I dig that line.
This piece is awesome!
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On Sunday, September 20, 2009, Aleas
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wrote:
Waking up is always the hardest part. May not have been what you were talking about, but I gathered that for myself. A realization that the past was nothing but a dream that unprepares you for the real thing, what you see when you finally burn the skin from blind eyes. Like seeing for the first time, it's painful. Wonderful turn of conscience.
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A former member wrote:
Found myself whispering this to.........myself ;)
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