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Post by BlackWidow on Oct 18, 2004 3:46:04 GMT -5
Her posture is misplaced,along with eyes of brown Faded out and tired,her existance feels worn down Essence seems to falter,to shine is to be fake She's on a downhill run,and it's more than she can take
Further into darkness,unknown depths this time Freefalling from her sanity,she plummets in her mind To pray the show be over,would be all against her ways But in waking hours of torment,logic seems to stray
Self doubt has planted seeds,something lost so long ago Haunting her with screams,she cries at times you know No longer does she bask,in the summer of her days Now she hides in winter,with her cold and dreary ways
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Oct 22, 2004 23:05:28 GMT -5
Wow.. I dont know what to say because this has so many meanings to it I believe. For one it can be a woman who is alone dealing with issues she cannot really exlpain. Maybe she is tormented by the voice we all have inside us that say one thing but really means the least of the two evils. In a nother since It can be of a mother who lost in herself, with either a loss of her own or dealing with ther perplexing anxieties of being the one all looks at. I dont know if that made sense but yeah.. lol
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Post by BlackWidow on Oct 23, 2004 19:44:02 GMT -5
Your comment made me go back and read the post again.You're right!! It can have multiple meanings I hardly ever read my own writes,your observation had me do this lol. You made perfect sense.I wrote from the "real" on this one..freshly broken by love..but am healing..finding my resolve. Thanks BM Widow
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Oct 23, 2004 21:46:24 GMT -5
Wlel I always try to give the perspective that I see to see how close I am to the person who created the work. I am glad I got you to go back adn read your poem. It is always good to read your work.`
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