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Let us never talk of those things that haunt us so.
Those deep memories we locked away in the base of our skull and existance.
Let us not remember the pain we felt way-back-when,
The dreams, turned nightmares, that we always see when we close our eyes.
To forget.
To remove.
To know of life's faults and step over them.
We are those who live in fear and darkness,
And we know there is no point in avoidance.
Let us not show the tears that stream from slowlen eyes,
They trinkle down slowly to the floor, in hopes of escaping our future.
Let us cover the marks of death written upon our skin,
The black spots that remind us of our mortality and our lot in life.
To run.
To turn.
To know of faith and coldly disbeleive.
We are those that have suffered the death of a loved one,
And know that we are next to visit Death's door.
Welcome to the sobering reality,
And things better left unsaid.
Those deep memories we locked away in the base of our skull and existance.
Let us not remember the pain we felt way-back-when,
The dreams, turned nightmares, that we always see when we close our eyes.
To forget.
To remove.
To know of life's faults and step over them.
We are those who live in fear and darkness,
And we know there is no point in avoidance.
Let us not show the tears that stream from slowlen eyes,
They trinkle down slowly to the floor, in hopes of escaping our future.
Let us cover the marks of death written upon our skin,
The black spots that remind us of our mortality and our lot in life.
To run.
To turn.
To know of faith and coldly disbeleive.
We are those that have suffered the death of a loved one,
And know that we are next to visit Death's door.
Welcome to the sobering reality,
And things better left unsaid.
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Another poem.
This one speaks of a fear of mine, one that I know will take shape in time. I rather not tell you what it is, becuase that will defeat the purpose of reading the poem.
This is also the first time I created my own "cover art" for a poem of mine. The tree was supplied by synstock. It doesn't directly go with the poem, but it had that sad, dark tone that echo's the peom perfectly.
Enjoy/Comment
This one speaks of a fear of mine, one that I know will take shape in time. I rather not tell you what it is, becuase that will defeat the purpose of reading the poem.
This is also the first time I created my own "cover art" for a poem of mine. The tree was supplied by synstock. It doesn't directly go with the poem, but it had that sad, dark tone that echo's the peom perfectly.
Enjoy/Comment
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you have on of the most intelligent galleries i have ever seen, i liked it very much. ill be back!
very good porm, i like the structure.
very good porm, i like the structure.