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The final decent
How our issues chamber us within the shady corridors of a truly happy place
Where we wander through with deadly intentions, it seems that grace disorientates
When I say grace, I mean love, the best way to describe it is..
it's not you who is breathing, but just breathing is present
As I await for this pain to begin it's decent
Concurrently I dwell in familiarity and pretense
All will be the same at the end of the day
Nothing will remain when the sun hit's your face
The sharp sounds of the keys meet my senses as writing is portrayed on the blank screen
Distant moths make their way to an ever so near light that fixes itself above us
For a moment as the earth rotates I escape from what I thought were shady corridors
My crazed mind dwells in front of the doors that lead to another
My heart just waits in silence to relapse back into the truth
Yet my body aches for a noose
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Nice poem. One really has to extract each sentence and interpret its meaning. I sift through alot of poems on this site and there's really not much thought to them. Even my own in fact. My old poems, I debated ever word, every syllable. But I haven't lately. Just silly rhymes and juvenile play.
Again, very nice.
Thanks, Amy :). I am like
Thanks, Amy :). I am like that too sometimes, I really have to be in the mood to write with 100% heart intention. Sometimes the silly rhymes are the best in my opinion, thanks again :)