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Soliloquy

  Screaming under water, no one can hear.   A plethora of paths, destination… fear.   Seated on hands of lead, the end now clear.

 

Spelling out destruction,
damnation is near.

 

 

— Tuttey, Sep 12, 2007

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 8 months ago

been there, done that

Loved "Seated on hands of lead" a great line. Excellent use of language but I feel... well like the title of this comment says. cheers, Jess
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orgami

18 years 8 months ago

agree with Weirdelf

sitting on hands of lead fear is paralytic reminds me of school when we were all taught to sit on our hands or maybe our parents showed us this taught by the tough pioneer teachers of days gone by i have been in cuff before when they moved me around on the twenty four hour tour of Muskoka jails to the courthouse and the "kind and fair" judge let me go with probation but it still is clear the sitting on the hands routine thanks for reminding me and your poem describes well the frustration of not being heard not being able to articulate of being shut down good poem ..O..