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Geremia
Geremia
Jul 05, 2009 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

RESURRECTION-revised

RESURRECTION
I died and came back from the dead
Overwhelmed by necessity.
A struggle to keep hold of me.
Strange
This dance with Life's Terpsichore.
Memories packed in carton boxes
Again.
Ghosts of me left behind.
I thought I had written my soul on these walls.
No time to think any more
As I fall into a new mystery.
I need to end 
Leave and close this door.

Così sia 
[Amen]
 
— Geremia, Jul 05, 2009

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Ink Dragon

17 years ago

Joe,

"I thought I had written my soul on these walls" - goosebump line. Your words never fail to draw me in. Yours, ~Nina
PN

Pen Name

17 years ago

Joe

When I stepped in I knew little that the Labyrinth of life is so difficult to unravel. Serpents, deceits, treachery and hate welcome me at every turn and gate. So tired and wounded the odyssey has me made to the center I will reach surely when I’m dead.
Geremia

Geremia

17 years ago

J.B.

J.B. Longo-Geremia Beautifully said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Joe
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years ago

You educate me in the finer

You educate me in the finer things, your temple of Terpsichore. Your new abode will be a fresh start where the ghosts are with you, yet have no hold on the environment you are in. Maybe this will be good, I hope so and there you can make new happier ghosts to dine with and aid you in your trials of life. Dance to the music of the lute in your heart and find a grace flowing to you to make you happy. Your Anna/Annuccia
Geremia

Geremia

17 years ago

Yes

J.B. Longo-Geremia That is true... thanks joe
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years ago

The heart is a lonely

The heart is a lonely muscle it needs to be flexed: the chamber music of the dance: Yes! Love, Anna "It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err." Mahatma Gandhi

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