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Author Name: Premiumskipinpin 3 Comments
Date Added: January 23, 2009 20:01:47 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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In his periods of travel revelling across miles,
of blurred thought all at the same time
clearly running and yet simply wobbling slowly
without feeling of what he thinks he knows.

He holds desperately on to the corner bar
struggling to keep from swaying as if
what he had to say must be said standing
if it is to justify the depth of his convictions.

His composure transformed to marble,
as if to knead his words into sculpture
in the ego of his mind where the truth
of his failures to accomplish his dreams
and those he had for others comes to hurt
all the emotions he ever wanted to share.

He talks so softly as if to be in control
of the words he wants to say speaking firmly,
expressions becoming more and more agitated
as his intoxicated mind scratches deeper
into his pain of hidden sacrifices for the love.
A special gift from an unscarred loving heart
that he once gave to no avail to his chosen one.

After he becomes more jovial, louder,
followed by the tears of joy and than of sadness,
like we do when we are thinking of some way
to ask forgiveness for some kind of crazy haunting.

From the past surges his future show of whatever,
alcohol infested blood flowing much too fast again
subdues the pain inviting his weiry body to sleep
crawling back to the comfort of dreams he hides.

Only to ask tomorrow, if he has hurt anyone last night.

Author's Notes:
I brought this man home that night as he wept all over me... a stranger I never knew. Hope he finds another love and peace of mind.
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Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on February 5, 2009 04:37:55 PM Report
I can see this. I have seen this. It's like a scene from Lost Weekend. Good description. ML
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on January 27, 2009 06:02:18 AM Report
Cool story and a cool write Ray, Joe
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 23, 2009 09:17:04 PM Report
Love and heartaches ... It is a part of life... I always enjoy you my dear...
 Hugs ~ She Whispers


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