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The Last Page
By Invader Lyn
nothing good will ever come from me
I am not who I ought to be
look inside and you will see
a dying thought on bended knee
failures missed by triumphant past
the heart you choke was made of glass
the shell of me, another's cast
to lend to you what will not last
what grew in me stayed slow and steady
the life I lead was small and petty
I grew to learn and now I'm ready
to accept every lie when there are still too many
doors close and lights fade
eyes shut and fail to age
step outside a lifeless cage
tear in half the very last page
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Copyright 2004 Write It Purple
Published on Thursday, April 1, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "The Last Page"
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On Monday, April 5, 2004, Midnight Phoenix
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wrote:
This piece started a little shakey for me, but got better and better as I read on. I'm not sure how many meanings this poem has, but I can tell there's definately more than one.
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On Monday, April 5, 2004, Midnight Phoenix
(240) wrote:
Very "nice" feel of closure and completion. The sweet and simple words make this feel youthful and honest.
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On Thursday, April 1, 2004, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
The end stuck with me for some reason. Nice write. I did enjoy.
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On Thursday, April 1, 2004, Mute Serenade
(445) wrote:
reminds me of a fire i had... my pages danced with leaves, my thought evaporated into air... that was it. gone. i like it... good write, nice form,(at first i feared this was going to be a suicide note from the title, never know what to expect...) Sue
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A former member wrote:
that was really great ~KB~
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