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Still: facing fear

tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
edited June 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Stared straight into
The face of fear
Stared straight back
Used shock tactics
Hurt me then
Left such an impression
I wonder when
I'll ever let him go
Ever succeed in stopping
The terror grow

Face still
Mocks me
Now I'm so much older
Still his features
Growing colder by the day
And the nights
Yes the nights
Get bolder as I pay

Still I pay
For what they've done
Still I say
Me I hurt no one
And still I pray
For what's to come
My mirror
Showing so much clearer
Faces so much fear

Recognise the hand
Behind the screen
Touching something
Still, unseen
The hand like fate
Led me through your door
And at the time
I Knew I'd been before

Some other life
So why still raw?
My bare hands
Still clutching straw
Surely this
Was your terror
Not mine
And so in time
Maybe one day
His face
Will look away
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention

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Comments

  • exhaleexhale Posts: 185
    quite liked this one,
    straightforward

    (shouldn´t turn your back towards your fears
    they´ll tap on your shoulders sooner or later)
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • argonautargonaut Posts: 11
    I like this one too.

    thanks tremors.
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