Forward
Contributed by
Amicus
on
Tuesday, 9th December 2014 @ 11:44:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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I have no mother,
Silence bore me,
In a dark room,
I reawaken,
Cold seeps in,
With winters bite,
And sinks in deeply,
My body shudders,
Rays pierce my chest,
And warm me,
This beautiful light,
Envelopes my thoughts,
Past lives and loves,
Are distant reminders,
That we do move forward,
Sometimes it seems,
As Parmenides,
But there is something,
To this fleeting world,
A chronic bitterness,
That breaks for seconds,
For the death of a child,
Matter given life,
Grown strong in my hand,
Grows still in my hand.
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Amicus
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2014-12-09 11:44:02] (Date/Time posted on
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