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Jun 19, 2008
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Parallelism - thought about writing
I scratched a word on the window
for the simple fact that I thought
I could escape my mind,
and as reward, a piece of glass
stabbed my ears
I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear
I felt asleep under a book;
when I woke up, the blood from my veins
had vanished, leaving behind just tracks …
words with no sense,
words with no connection –
it was like a puzzle.
The wolves of my consciousness
were roaring for food,
the noise was so harsh,
that I had to feed them with words …
My last words were done,
I remained a poor man
But, to save my life, I gave them
the books from my library
Now, it's just me with the wolves …
breathing the same time, the same space,
and sensing – two different dimensions!
for the simple fact that I thought
I could escape my mind,
and as reward, a piece of glass
stabbed my ears
I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear
I felt asleep under a book;
when I woke up, the blood from my veins
had vanished, leaving behind just tracks …
words with no sense,
words with no connection –
it was like a puzzle.
The wolves of my consciousness
were roaring for food,
the noise was so harsh,
that I had to feed them with words …
My last words were done,
I remained a poor man
But, to save my life, I gave them
the books from my library
Now, it's just me with the wolves …
breathing the same time, the same space,
and sensing – two different dimensions!
Comments
RSScheerer
17 years 10 months ago
Marius
Marius Surleac
17 years 10 months ago
thank you Ronda
RSScheerer
17 years 10 months ago
You're most welcome, Marius
weirdelf
17 years 10 months ago
Marius, we need to talk about this, email me the poem and I will
weirdelf
17 years 10 months ago
Take back that comment,
Marius Surleac
17 years 10 months ago
danke!