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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Reality of Being Human
[time] => 2011-10-17 13:47:17
[hometext] => Of how the world is to watchers who see they mistakes before they are made but are powerless to change them. You may find the style awkward, but it was intended to be this way.
[bodytext] => My eyes are ghosts that cannot die Their truth cannot be erased The things they saw, the deeds the witnessed Are to no ones taste The darkest horror or the most fleeting scare Cannot compare to their dark sea For though some secrets should lie forgotten And far away should flee Their simple spark that once lit torch To hearts all through the land Now lies in shadows and drenched in wrath All ordered by my own hand And though their secrets cannot flee And nor their wrath set loose Their life and joy and hope and faith Are soon to serve the noose To die is such a honour For their good has served its cause To witness all things evil And try not stop to pause To wonder how they happened Or how I could soon stop The suffering of all man kind Is not a pretty thought For it is not their duty To better things for all They must contend to be contempt With how their lives shall fall To know inside their future Is one without true hope But helpless to avoid this fate Or touch the peace they grope To know all days that someone will Be lift with no eyes to fill With hope or fear or nought that’s warm And still survive until the dawn To watch the world but from afar Too distant to see the sun Though near enough to hear the screams When all is said and done Is horror in life as much as movies Or more so for it be true To know that failure is the only option In every act they do The toll that takes these watchers Is more than they can stand For hearts are not a liberty Nor the life that they demand To be human in all sense of truth Is as hard as it can be To watch and hope and pray and dream But never to be free To cut the boundaries that still exist Between my world and yours Is not allowed, it is forbidden It is uncharted shores *Apologies about the length* [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 25 [informant] => EvanescenceFreak [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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