Re: Dead Roses (a poem) 09/22/08

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VERY DEEP NICE WRITING SKILLS

-- In , Randy <jqpublic_59@...> wrote:

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> Dead Roses

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> Alas, again the sun falls down.

> Me the victim of another passing day

> without you,

> without your softness.

> What was your name?

> Minute hands seen calender years

> and all memories slip away

> into darkness eternal.

> The tormented emptiness

> which is my body

> still roaming, trapped in life.

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> Slow heavy footsteps tread.

> Perseverance through hope

> or delirium

> that someday,

> someday you will return.

> Here I stand with weeping eyes

> among the multitudes

> of stillborn roses.

> My home.

> My family.

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> All I know or can piece together

> is the certainty

> that your farewell was also mine.

> Defined by you.

> Defined by me.

> From such a simple yet deadly word,

> all that was has been painted no more.

> Sad. So very sad.

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> The moonless night now calls,

> pulling me into the void,

> and the century long hours ahead.

> Already I curse my forthcoming dreams.

> You, I think you, still appearing.

> Name and face no more.

> No happiness. No feelings.

> A fuzzy image only,

> bringing with it,

> pain and anguish

> of silent

> beyond words consequence.

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> The sun will eventually rise tomorrow.

> You, the consort in someone's arms,

> will wake to the dawn

> and say good morning

> to a loveless nobody

> who makes you moan.

> Me-

> I will be standing

> among my family

> of lifeless roses

> which make me cry.

> Watery eyed vision seeing

> just how equally miserable

> we truly are.

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       -Randy

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