by E D Detetcheverrie
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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This soul can fly--I know it, for I've seen it in my dreams--but it's caged within this bag of meat that's rotting at the seams. I long to wriggle free of it just like a butterfly...to become something beautiful before I die.
If there were but a way to cut the cords now, then I would. I'd soar off through the cold night sky beyond the lonely wood that lies and beckons wildly from beyond this place I haunt
God, how I want
Oh, please God, how I want it, oh
free me if you hear me, if you're there and feel my pain. It pounds in me relentlessly like cold, torrential rain. My boundaries are flooded, see me weep beyond the lines in these dark times I'm doomed to live in stabbed deep through by life's black tines.
For years and years I've waited for a light that never came to illume the cracks and shadows where I cowered, broke and lame. The wounds I bear are suppering and fester black with hate--is it too late to heal them finally? Can I avoid this fate?
God, can you hear me?
God, do you see me?
Oh, please, someone,
can you ease this pain?
Erase me from existence. Let me lay down this weary head and become a forgotten piece of history, an unimportant mystery, something never studied well 'cause no one ever cared. Let me pass now from harsh scrutiny, from society I mutiny, if I could just please be allowed to lay down this weary head,
and finally know peace and truth and light when I am dead.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Soulful and yearningly grasping. Thank you! Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|A soul searching write! Love the descriptions you have used and the voice. Wonderful write.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Sorry E.D., but far you are from leaving this earth, as you are here to keep us in line, keep us in this permanent rhyme, your physical body stuck with us all till the end of "tyme"...Peace, Ed & Rufuz|