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Ever Stare?--Soliloquy of the Damned

by Debra Rose (Age: 26)
copyright 02-14-2004


Age Rating: 13 +

Ever stare out at the sky,
And realize all that's gone?
After watching sunlight die,
Knowing the darkness lasts too long?

Ever think of yesteryears?
Or try to runaway?
Turn to all you know you fear,
For your throat's too sore to pray?

Ever realize that it hurts?
That drugs can't heal the wounds?
No salve can ever soothe the burns?
Nor stop the pain that looms?

Ever want to turn back time,
Though you're too tired to move?
To touch again what was divine,
To regain all you did lose?

Ever stare into the mirror,
And see what you are inside?
And wonder with an awkward fear,
How long ago you died?




I have no idea what this was originally written for, but when I read through it again, it reminded of vampires. So...HUZZAH FOR THE UNDEAD! This poem is now about vampires. I suppose. Or whatever. Hehe!




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        09-15-2005     Jack Curson        

Keep it simple silly... I have read all the comments and while I agree with a lot of the ideas behind this write, I like the vampire idea.

        09-15-2005     James Shammas        

Yes, it describes myself, even a few times a day, perhaps less intensely, sometimes more. For me, though, I know I've accepted myself, God, life and the rest when I stop asking the question. In AA and other "spiritual programs," the difficulty often arises of how when knows when they have "acceptance" or are doing "God's will," and the answer always is the same: when one has stopped asking the damn question!! Debra is a buddhist, and I practice some myself. It's hard, because the basic premise is to accept the fact that THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU TO BEGIN WITH. You were born a buddha baby and forgot this! In this vein, check out my poem, "You Ask, What is Life" which addresses similar concerns.
I love you, Debra, since you're me, too!

Jim

        09-15-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

I guess you could say this was about life or anything else living, but vampires are dead souls and I don't think they pray at all.This sounds like a call to those lost in limbo. Those souls that have lost the will to grasp life. We get hurt and want to shut down. There are many ways to be hurt and if we give in to it, we are the walking dead. Life was meant to be lived and not a mundane existence, but sometimes we get lost in the day to day and forget there is tomorrow! This is a call to wake up the lost spirit in all of us, before it is us that is looking in the mirror and wondering,"How long ago we died." great write, Anthony

        09-15-2005     David Pekrul        

Is this poems saying that the narrator is physically dead, or emotionally and spiritually dead? I think the latter would be the worst, and that is how I interpret this piece.
Well done.

        08-10-2004     Delaney Lindley        

Bravo! One of your best! I often wonder some of the things on here, though I'm not religious, I sometimes wonder if I ever gather the strength to pray again if he'll ever answer or reply. But anyway, I love this one! Good job!

        08-05-2004     Mary -BrytEyz- Ball        

your throat's too soar to pray?.... should soar be sore? Or maybe you meant it that way?

As for the rest... I think Wayne said it best with "WOW!" and my answer mirrors Christophers... Only all the time. :-)

It never ceases to amaze and humble me...the talent we have here at PnP!

        06-19-2004     Wayne Thomas        

Boy, you think you've got something down, then read it eight or ten more times and Wow! It'll be interesting to see what you do with this!

        06-14-2004     Wayne Thomas        

So well done, as always. For me, there has to be a light, not a locomotive, at the end of the darkness, and I often write out of mine as well. One eensy little flaw--soar should be sore in this instance. The first time through I read too fast and got the driving rhythm, second time I slowed down and got the thought. A treat either way.

        02-16-2004     Toni Sweeney        

Wow!!This is a great poem with a great message. I really enjoyed the poeM. I almost was in tears.
Toni S.

        02-16-2004     Doreen Reynolds        

Sad. I was told recently that some of my poetry was too sad and I should grasp God's hand to get past the bad places.

Doreen



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