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Poem Details
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| Title: | Depakote Dream |
| Author: | Dominique-Simone |
| Date Submitted: | 7/3/2007 |
| Email: | Taurusgem1@aol.com |
| Poem: |
Do we walk on eggshells in rusted mind? This has captured you; tied you in razors, cut your sanity into fractions. A war unheard of, drags logic across thin glass; be careful we may break. Listen to what they say, no harm, no malice; I will wrap you in soft touches. Cry with me now. My soldier he runs, fast into darkness; recovery unheard of, he sees comfort in his pain. Familiar voice calls him; No way out, he begs for liberation, there is nothing there, there was nothing everywhere. Lost inside a blank palette you ask for aid in your creation. “ I need you” a whisper so faint begging. Give me your hand, I will lead you. Trust, understand, I have never wanted anything else; my door damaged with rash decisions and hurt, is cracked slightly and the light waits for you. Peer in, and I will give you what you need. My friendship... |