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[title] => The ending of another year
[time] => 2005-01-04 10:46:53
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[bodytext] => In the grey haze of this December morning I feel so alone & segregated... Totally severed from all existence beyond myself. I'm quarantined like an illness Yet still infect, still manage to ruin things. I'm lost in an open space Yet feel claustrophobic... Detached from a reality that has eclipsed like the sun. ...Broken... In fragments... Sharing my shattered emotions... Separated like conjoined twins... ...Unnatural...A mistake?...I shouldn't be this way... Ruptured like body organs... ...Spilling out my life...Venting my spleen.. Dividing like cells...Begging to breath among the thick dust of memory. My ears pursue silent notes & I've read a whole book of empty lines... ...I'm conversant with this story... ...But don't take my word for it. After all...when I say I can see an image in this frosted glass; It's just my mind desperately trying to reach out for something to call beautiful. I'm still & silent...But full of noise as I converse with thought... ...Is it still called a conversation when it's between one person?... I'm watching & waiting... For whut I do not know; But I'm free & open to receive it Just so long as I remain a prisoner here & keep myself closed to the rest of the world... ...This is how they prefer things...& I know my place...I've been standing in it all along... I resign deep inside my own walls Forever avoiding the moment of 'Now'... Being devoured by thoughts both philosophical & at once useless. Whilst I am digested in the great swollen belly of isolation... Falling calmly under the waves...Enveloped in this abyss... ...Don't struggle...Don't fight...Don't resist... Forever swimming in the vast ocean of me... Whose waters are bubbling madly with Antici....... .........Pation... The tide is out & drowning my world. The current is pulling me in further still... I'm drifting away to somewhere new To be washed upon fresh shores. ...Alas another year nearly done... & I still have yet barely begun. (c) Dominick Destruction 30/12/04 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Dominick-destruction [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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