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Date Posted: 20:34:28 01/05/01 Fri
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: rings

ok here's another old, personal fave.
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rings

it's so cold in here in the
dark and alone of a nite
where you can reach out
and grab desperate cries
of loneliness.
the vacant air sweeps
thru your tarred lungs
as you heave and whisper
'i'm drowning'.
and there is no one
to hear you when
you fall thru cracked
ice and trip under
your own wings.
there is no one
to catch you when
you fall thru a mirror
you admired too long ago.
still, you light another
to keep you company
thru the hacks and water.
and it reminds you of a
'friend' who's dying with
his liver..another.
and the others around
whose deaths surround
and swallow
your thoughts and they
are mere zombies..
hanging..waiting to
pass thru the mirror.
you get up and look
and look deeper into
the hourglass with the
sand dwindling down,
down and it is you
spiraling down with it.
you want to hear a voice,
laughter again..any voice..
any laughter.
you want to feel the flesh
of another again, just once
again..before you slip thru.
you look around the table
for another little blue
pill - the one that
lets you breathe
and you can't remember
if you've already had one.
with all the creative minds
that once roamed here - you'd think..
instead, you just think.
you crawl and screech
as your cat jumps
in your lap, looking for
a little attention
you can't give because
there is nothing there
to give. you're drained.
there is nothing in
this vacant abandoned
room that once held
lights to dance by.
and you let yourself
creep into this grey
void - to feel your self,
to think and this is it.
there is no exit.
it is so cold in here,
why is it always depicted
with fire?

Leisa*)
12-28-97

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