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Until They Find A Cure
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Zach B McClure
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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UNTIL THEY FIND A cure Z.B.McClure
You step into
the warm quicksand
and slowly slip away...
as easily as night time does...
when slipping into
day.
Where are you now?
Nobody knows.
Not even you.
You only want to
hide away until
they find a c u r e.
So- Fade
Fade away into the
background.
So blend
Blend until you
can't be found.
It's o.k.
Slip into your silent
world. Where
monsters stay away.
Where seriousness
is not allowed and
there is always play.
Oh, where you are
nobody knows for sure.
You're only hiding out
until they find a cure.
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| Reviewed by Linda Rivers |
10/22/2009 |
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| This poem, I love! It reminds me of someone who might be in a coma until the doctors can find out what is wrong with them and if a cure can not be found -- then that is OK too. This is well written. It reminds me of a song called "Comfortably Numb" by the Rolling Stones. |
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| Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle |
10/6/2009 |
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This is beautifuly writen Zach. What a gift you have!
With Love,
Cindy |
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| Reviewed by Inspire Hope |
10/3/2009 |
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Very thought provoking Zach!
Love And Prayers
Always!! |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
10/1/2009 |
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I LOVE the color usage in this poem... Superb! The only thing that I would have added was some blending of colors in the lines about blending. :~)
The color adds such a softness to your words. The words themselves are all quiet and soft and slide together to form the perfect backdrop to your message.
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Daniel Keith |
9/30/2009 |
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| Reviewed by Susan Smith |
9/30/2009 |
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I think of suspended antimation, where the rich think they can cheat death and escape God. Someone will find a cure and revive them to continue living as they have.
Just what thoughts came to mind reading this provacative poem.
Susan |
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