poemranker ::Bound by lambdaphi874

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Prose Poem № 113226

Bound

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Sep 2004 · 1 comment

Though our time is shattered like candy glass, I reach through the mirror and pull from the past, The memories now that survive as they're told, Begin to show color and start to unfold, As I look at the days we spent without care, I feel more alone and I know you aren't there, Taken for granted and lived without thought, What I would give if a day could be bought, These tears that fall won't bring back our time, They don't fill you with life just away take from mine, Without you I am weak and fall to the ground, I'm tied up in chains through our love I am bound, Yet I will still stride through this crippled life, To get to the end, To be with my wife.

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[9] nocturnalism 30-Sep-04/10:11 PM Reply
why torture you must endure