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[bodytext] => In reality, she is a myth, yet still, she is the one I want to be with. A search for bliss, in the midst of a cognitive rift. A subliminal drift. Distracted and oblivious. I have been blindsided by the blasphemous wind. My opportunity missed. With a swift and decisive rejection of gods gift, I continue to float aimlessly among the empty streets. Now, made to pay for stolen time .I plug along a painful path. Polluted by my own perverse perseverations.Preserving that which is worth saving. Inadvertently praying, for more rain in a flood of sin. More spillage comes from within. Pulled apart , limb by limb. Damaged chances, unloved romances , uncharacteristic changes, my face slumped into a countenance of mistrust. Disgust, overcomes, overruns, all the beauty I stashed aside. Combined , with a clock that has run out of time. A love that will never find. Itself , immersed , in a ritualistic bath of words . Come to terms , with a life not worth, smiling for. An ultimatum, be loved or abused? Stay put and feel pain,or move? To have hope or to give up on you? Questions linger. I am no stranger. No longer in danger. Armed with a sharpened perspective, the blade which severs hearts, glistens.The eyes process a sobering vision. Mouths move in unison. With words unspoken , no one bothers to listen. Yet still, I love her, without conditions. In a dream , a premonition, she came to me, in beauty. In her totality . Nothing missing . The weight on my shoulders feels slightly less unbalanced. The pendulum sways, to and fro, in an uncanny silence. Composed, with good posture, my feathers unruffled, an inner struggle ends. Equitable, yet skewed, her giving nature, her jokes, not amused, never mind, what’s the use, in sitting here, comfortably, in an air-conditioned room, judging you. --- - [comments] => 3 [counter] => 589 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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