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Poem Details
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| Title: | Between The Pillow |
| Author: | Samuel |
| Date Submitted: | 5/13/2007 |
| Email: | johnfreedom72@aol.com |
| Poem: |
Victorious and proud stands the Weeping Willow Along the path through Hell which lies between the pillow- Everyday a thousand steps lead nowhere in the mire, But all the way goes a nerve exposed to fire. Through broken glass and mirror What is civil appears as I peer nearer: My shattered and lone perceptions Know neither truths nor deceptions. But true, man has always been within this battlefield Where good and evil each day are killed, Where life and death to death do duel, Where art and time both are cruel. Know, though, that none drenched in the blood are truth-slayers - That the clashing of their blades sings the songs of soothsayers, Of a destiny yet I do not see, Where all of man is good and free. But for now, for me, how these happenings fare - Easier its become to share no care For from the flesh and steel compost Pain’s dream will spring and silent truth will loudly, proudly boast! So, with that faithful dream that into my mind was Hurled, I walk the path to nowhere atop the world Towering in eternal pain like a wishing willow Caged between the pillow.... |