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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fortress
[time] => 2005-03-14 19:51:58
[hometext] => December 2004
[bodytext] => These ancient walls are inpenetrable. They’v ebeen made higher and higher even as time erodes. ...Built to withstand such forces of nature. Protecting me. I manage to scale these walls from time to time. I like to see what I’m missing. Everything. My tears and these walls are constant. I sit at the top and let my legs dangle over the edges. For ages, I have tried to summon the courage to jump. A leap of faith in me. Reality, like a slap in the face, pulls me back in where I am-safe. On a good day, I can see years ahead. Friends I have yet to meet. I envision myself running through the meadow toward the clouds. The world would be my haven. Truly safe. I could hide, running in a field of flowers for he never stops to smell them. I could see my friends, he has none and knows not one of mine. I could sing my heart out, and he would not hear my voice for he never listens to me. I would surrender to all the things he could not drown out of my soul. I wouldn’t have to run but I couldn’t stay in one place too long. My roots might take hold. He would never stop searching. Reality. I did not build this fortress. Nor this institution. This place was built at the dawn of the age of man. Over time, forces of nature could weaken these walls. I have no more time. My intentions were forever. I am now the act of god sent to crumble what man has made. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => helianthus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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