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New poem--Dirge of the Soul

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Smoke curls up...
Beautiful, elusive;
Dangerous.
A feral cat on the prowl.

Mind shuts down...
Deformed, abusive;
Monstrous.
A precious gift used most foul.

Thoughts are scattered...
Neurotic, intrusive;
Disastrous.
A mouse dead-gift for the owl.

Starve it out...
Reformed, inclusive;
Ubiquitous.
Delight of the stomach's growl.
Current Mood:
melancholy melancholy
Current Music:
Coldplay-Lights Will Guide You Home
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On April 27th, 2012 05:39 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Against your recommendation, I read your poem. I'm glad I didn't listen to you...
Today was "Try to Get Through the Entire Day Without Bursting Into Tears Day"- again. It's like President's Day, except it's almost everyday and I don't get the day off from work or school. The day was mostly a success, but as I read the third stanza of your poem, I started to cry. Then I read your poem again. And again. I don't know how to explain how I feel, but something in your poem explains it all.

So I guess I just want to say... Thank you. Thank you for writing this. Thank you for sharing.
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