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Free verse № 49452

Blinded

Member since 2002 · Posted 19 May 2003 · 4 comments

As it pours down in sheets, Droplets spear my face and skin Im drenched in an instant, This downpour mirrors the loss i feel within. Through its river i wonder forth, Blinded, i call your name As i reach up to wipe my eyes, My lashes i find soaked not with rain, But the tears i cried. There is no shelter, And i dont know how long the grief will last I am already soaked to the skin, All i can do is wait and hope this storm will pass And sunlight will dance on my face once more.

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[8] Beseech 21-May-03/2:22 PM Reply
very good, i like it, but of course the storm is only a metaphor. at least i hope thats how uve done it. its just my interpretation
[9] thepinkbunnyofdoom 2-Jun-03/4:13 PM Reply
Very Good.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8-Jun-03/5:10 AM Reply
Premature Nappy Removal (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-

As it pours out onto the sheets
Globules splatter my face and skin
I'm drenched in a monstrous shower of my own feculence
O Jesu, what have I done...
[n/a] lunar › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 8-Jun-03/5:12 AM Reply
Its great how you manage to rewrite everything i post with something about nappies - hats off for such origionality!