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Title: The Last Poem
Author: janiek
Date Submitted: 9/17/2011
Email: jkjk28@aol.com

 
Poem: To hear our very own heart
haunt the hall of echoes.
Those treacherous corridors,
pathways pacing back and forth
impatiently brushing against our vulnerability.
Treading on barefooted walkways,
triggering tears
transformed into lethal weapons
against all knowing Gods.
Hopeful sanity is sweetly lured
onto the long and winding road,
and Paul McCartney
sang don''t leave me standing here,
lead me to your door.
"Please hear our hearts
smile from the sorrow."
It wasn''t your guiding hand
that lost its way.
Rather, our feeble fingers
dialing desperate moments
while you lay dying.
Dissipating into another beaten echo
enclosed in the last poem....