anamnesis

By cre

sometimes
days like these
the darkness still comes back to me
entomb me
make this room for me
there's no room for me
musty choking earth and I can't breathe
must we do this
- - -
i can't see
- - -
days like these
the nightmare still comes back to me
my own breath lingers in my ear
my own transgressions
have brought me here
the warmth of fear and sweat
this would be death
this could be my death
sacrificed to make a point
and even in living I lost this part of me
the heart of me
in this darkness that still comes back to me
sometimes . . .

on days like these.

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Copyright 2004 cre
Published on Monday, April 26, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: excellent read cre, so deep it takes me back to my teens.

  • A former member wrote: WHERE THE HELL IS THE DICTIONARY WHEN YOU NEED ONE!!!??? beautiful, but I have to go look up the title of the poem ... j/k

  • A former member wrote: 'entomb me make this room for me there's no room for me' Hypnotic& darkly moving like a serenade washed of shadows...well done.

  • Mute Serenade On Wednesday, May 12, 2004, Mute Serenade (389)By person wrote:

    "my own breath lingers in my ear..." I love this, this is easily related for nonexplainable reasons..... incredible write, you have such killer lasts lines.. always. -Sue

  • murder_in_clubland On Monday, April 26, 2004, murder_in_clubland (384)By person wrote:

    this reminds me of the song "blind" but korn very nice write ~ss

  • purr_verse On Monday, April 26, 2004, purr_verse (1052)By person wrote:

    the subhypnotic rhythm and quiet cadence of this adds powerful bleakness to the feel... the greywashed effect is also very effective... fab title, too, by the way; always quality from your hand. :)

  • CharlottesWeb On Monday, April 26, 2004, CharlottesWeb (509)By person wrote:

    I realy get this poem. It's sings of those times that it all washes back like a gliding shadow soft and silent, and you spin back to a time when the emotions were too thick and felt impossible to win against. And yeah, theres much more to this, but thats

  • CharlottesWeb On Monday, April 26, 2004, CharlottesWeb (509)By person wrote:

    the part I seemed to have felt the most tonight, and soo...Really a poem I will remember and distinguish among the rest. JMDW~

  • knightmirror On Monday, April 26, 2004, knightmirror (426)By person wrote:

    *my own breath lingers in my ears*superb line in a phenomenal write.i really liked this piece.*claps*-knight

  • A former member wrote: "my own transgressions have brought me here" its weird where we eventually find ourselves at times, and we only notice it when it becomes shitty, and it makes me wonder if I actually do Appreciate the good times in life... nice read, thanks for sharing Cr


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