...tender rescue...

By Spiritus_Frumenti

‘Darkened clouds of rain,
Beckons the sky’s surrender’
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My life is nothing but scrap paper
Sad lines on a page
Torn sheets of anguish
Wrinkled pads, bleeding ink,
And so many empty spaces

My life is nothing but thoughts drying in hopelessness
Words that only spell sorrow
Verses read as music
Like the notes of the most depressing funeral song

    It is me who is dying between the lines
It is me who is loving beneath the crossed out words
It is me who is writing of a man
Lost between his heart, his soul
And the rest of the world

It is true that my life is nothing,
Nothing but lonely moments
Time frames of reflections
Of a most inconsolable feeling
As if God could show me the meaning
And it would still not be enough….










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Copyright 2010 Spiritus_Frumenti
Published on Tuesday, August 24, 2010.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • urbanhumility On Thursday, August 26, 2010, urbanhumility (1175)By person wrote:

    despair has interlaced it's woe between your words......hopefully not for long. your prose is lonley in the prime of its aspect..............well done my friend..........urban

  • A former member wrote: utterly despairing.... destitute... and yet.... there is love...... and what it defies.... and could there be anything else of moment... worthy of reflection? Are we only given so many words, I wonder..... excellent read, pensive.... crafted. thanks.

  • A former member wrote: This one hits hard...thank you for the write.

  • Solace On Tuesday, August 24, 2010, Solace (1069)By person wrote:

    This pulls at the heart like nothing else, the sky on this day was like a pouring expulsion of agony from the heavens. Then terse words - rolling down the page - steady and unrelenting, gaining momentum. But you still grasp at it in that hopeless turgid hour the gasping impetuous needs that bind our humanity together. In the face of such incredible beauty, he cried tears of frustration, agony and inconsolable grief because he knew he would never amount to anything, he knew that he was nothing, and in his heart of hearts he was certain that this was as it should be. Thank you.

  • Spiritus_Frumenti On Tuesday, August 24, 2010, Spiritus_Frumenti (341)By person wrote:

    you understand my friend, and for that I thank you.

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