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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Stood At The Edge of The Dark
[time] => 2013-02-03 23:46:31
[hometext] => One night I just started ranting about things and this is what came out.
[bodytext] => I stood at the edge of the dark Counting and recounting the times before When I was young and wondered what it held I imagined wolves no doubt Bears, and that man down the street That yelled at us for riding bikes too close to his garden I imagined freight trains carrying liquid steel Creating mist as the heat met the cold air Screeching brakes creating a dissonant lullaby With thunder from the engines rumbling on for miles But what I loved the most was the silence Late, late into the night Silence I could finally let caged thoughts run free There was no need for questions, answers, opinions, estimates What was, simply was I built empires of thought Roads and bridges to nowhere But still would find something along the way As time wore on and I grew older I would get lost further into the silence Something made the darkness unkind The silence grew deafening I began destroying with the same tools I once used to create Something was lost in the dark It had betrayed me I had betrayed myself And I fought hard to get myself back I danced with devils and raced alongside ghosts of memories Losing, winning, digging holes looking for the sky Trying to find my Maker if I had one at all Just to see if a warranty was still intact So there I stood at the edge of the dark Realizing it was just one large shadow passing through Like the thunder from the engines rumbling on for miles Those roads and bridges to nowhere Finally led me home [comments] => 5 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 60 [informant] => IamM [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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