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Poem Details
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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.... |