In a vacuum
she seeks her heart..
Frozen with fear..
She finds
No tomorrow..
She tastes..
She sees..
She feels
Yet knows..
She is but
an illusion..
She is a ray
of light
That reflects..
Emptiness..
Her capacity to trust.
Grinds with torturous
silent screams.
All is halted..
Life stops..
People grow weary..
Deep dark memories..
Take bites of her soul..
From deep within..
A place she
does not know..
She is but
a reflection
of a human..
Once she
Could love..
Be loved..
Now distant
in the wake
of the roads
of fate she
has traveled..
Miles and miles..
She has walked..
This road of life..
To find..
She has to stop..
Barricaded ..
Dead end
The dead-end
of her mind..
A memory
She does not
really know.
Does not quite
remember..
But there..
In the deepest places..
within her..
Desperately wanting out..
Wanting the pain
to scream forth
But her mind holds
the secrets..
That her soul craves..
Yet fights and fears
To finally be freed
Simple peace
with herself..
Has become
her dream.
each word, every step..just so painful, and so damned beautifully written at the same time, and oh, you, how much a wish for that peace inside... just raw, again and unafraid to speak, and chilling, gave me a chill...peace
within her
yes, hope so much that it is found, dear amazing poet...(((you!)))
((())) <-- many and w/many thanks, also...for you, to you...
Erica, as always you convey your pain so beautifully.
I have yet to learn of a way to extinguish the pain of memories. I would rather my mind learn to dwell elsewhere within my head. Now if I could only find the teacher.
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
Erica, This is an excellent write.
Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
Good Morning Erica,
An excellent write!
tony
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
Truly wonderful poetry Erica...*Impressed*
Dani
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
"Deep dark memories...
Take bites of her soul..."
Piercing, intensely expressed writing...
Very good, indeed
ERICA <
"Once she
Could love..
Be loved..
Now distant
in the wake
of the roads
of fate she
has traveled..
Miles and miles..
She has walked..
This road of life..
To find..
She has to stop.. "
Oh so excellent.
Peg
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
within her
yes, hope so much that it is found, dear amazing poet...(((you!)))
((())) <-- many and w/many thanks, also...for you, to you...
Chrissie
josie
I have yet to learn of a way to extinguish the pain of memories. I would rather my mind learn to dwell elsewhere within my head. Now if I could only find the teacher.
Love from India - Joel -
An excellent write!
tony
Dani
Take bites of her soul..."
Piercing, intensely expressed writing...
Very good, indeed
Heidi
Joel
"Once she
Could love..
Be loved..
Now distant
in the wake
of the roads
of fate she
has traveled..
Miles and miles..
She has walked..
This road of life..
To find..
She has to stop.. "
Oh so excellent.
Peg