Ever Stare?--Soliloquy of the Damned
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 21)
copyright 09-14-2005
Age Rating: 13 to 127
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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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!
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
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.
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!
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.
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