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Array ( [sid] => 179089 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Silver Wind [time] => 2014-08-16 18:49:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My days are numbers, each comes faster than the last.
Though I see them pass, I can do nothing to avoid or slow them.
I try to stay awake during each one, but it has become more difficult.
Sleeping makes the burden of them easier to deal with, easier to handle.
Days of work grind upon my thoughts, adding pain to a once calm mind.
Moments of feelings run over me, desperate to beat my soul down.

I stand at a point, where my legs no longer carry me.
My head no longer thinks for me, my arms no longer hold my future.
Images of a silver wind passing over my body flood my dreams.
The wind lifts me away from the land, and to a place of light.
The light beckons to me, with sweet whispers.

I want to see this new place of light, but I feel no wind.
Perhaps I lack something, that would summon it.
Maybe it's not time, for me to leave this land.
Most likely, I merely lack the courage, to summon this wind.
This silver wind, that slices the pain away, and has a sweet whisper.
A whisper, one I know, that my days are numbered, [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Sol [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Silver Wind

Contributed by Sol on Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 06:49:24 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



My days are numbers, each comes faster than the last.
Though I see them pass, I can do nothing to avoid or slow them.
I try to stay awake during each one, but it has become more difficult.
Sleeping makes the burden of them easier to deal with, easier to handle.
Days of work grind upon my thoughts, adding pain to a once calm mind.
Moments of feelings run over me, desperate to beat my soul down.

I stand at a point, where my legs no longer carry me.
My head no longer thinks for me, my arms no longer hold my future.
Images of a silver wind passing over my body flood my dreams.
The wind lifts me away from the land, and to a place of light.
The light beckons to me, with sweet whispers.

I want to see this new place of light, but I feel no wind.
Perhaps I lack something, that would summon it.
Maybe it's not time, for me to leave this land.
Most likely, I merely lack the courage, to summon this wind.
This silver wind, that slices the pain away, and has a sweet whisper.
A whisper, one I know, that my days are numbered,




Copyright © Sol ... [ 2014-08-16 18:49:24]
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Re: Silver Wind (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 08:29:11 PM AEST
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Dear Sol,

this maintains a solitary pose, yet speaks out
to many of us in all walks...
I do this what you call stay, try to hold onto a day, as if tomorrow is hard to swallow sometimes.
talking, isn't or I should say, ain't too easy some days. Sol, dear solitude often wains
Dis-structured cataclysmic, in short bursts...
struggle always to stay at peace, move true and fill your heart with hope my friend!
You lack nothing I don't think.
please do speak
Peace!


Re: Silver Wind (User Rating: 1 )
by FindingMyself on Saturday, 16th August 2014 @ 11:34:33 PM AEST
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This is just so pure and amazing..At times with pain that is going on especially with our body we feel like that we can't speak but in many ways we can,don't ever hold anything in keep speaking because communication is key.Stay Blessed!


Re: Silver Wind (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 17th August 2014 @ 01:52:44 AM AEST
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Touching beautiful write.

Michelle




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