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Subdued

Member since 2004 · Posted 20 Nov 2004 · 1 comment

This silent place was always here At the edge of quiet With ethereal pools of green and clear Swimming by it Stirring layers with my hand Burrying my feet With miles and miles of willing sand It is complete I couldn't vanish through the sky I sink into the deep The final grain of ruthless pain Covers my sleep I wouldn't think so morbidly So change my tone My mind meanders idly When I'm alone I shouldn't care to write my name Elusive, seas be Send this unknown prince to fame Within the sea My mind returns in conundrums Dodging the riddle And tired, weary, earth becomes Me in the middle O'er splashed my thoughts upon the tide, Upon this scene My body used to subdivide As inbetween Submerged, my own subcontinent Sounds are rude My own deflated confidence Has been subdued

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[8] 7!3 21-Nov-04/5:32 AM Reply
first long poem i bothered reading on