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northern lights
colours that confuse[/font]
shadows that infuse[/font]
a grim sense of reality[/font]
another place[/font]
visible through the disjointed cracks[/font]
of a shattered mind[/font]
torn shards of tranquillity[/font]
ignorance loaned me hope[/font]
but experience has raped me[/font]
defiling and crippling, straining[/font]
the ethereal angels’ wings[/font]
snapped viciously and without a thought[/font]
how will that heavenly avatar fly[/font]
confined now to a grim and dirty earth[/font]
the godly light stolen[/font]
by a strained, confused mind[/font]
that lurks in shadows[/font]
cast in-between the vibrant planes[/font]
of hope and despair[/font]
my malaise reveals itself[/font]
in tares of the fabric of the mundane[/font]
and haunts me with glimpses of my future[/font]
hellish visions of what its to be old or insane[/font]
shadows that infuse[/font]
a grim sense of reality[/font]
another place[/font]
visible through the disjointed cracks[/font]
of a shattered mind[/font]
torn shards of tranquillity[/font]
ignorance loaned me hope[/font]
but experience has raped me[/font]
defiling and crippling, straining[/font]
the ethereal angels’ wings[/font]
snapped viciously and without a thought[/font]
how will that heavenly avatar fly[/font]
confined now to a grim and dirty earth[/font]
the godly light stolen[/font]
by a strained, confused mind[/font]
that lurks in shadows[/font]
cast in-between the vibrant planes[/font]
of hope and despair[/font]
my malaise reveals itself[/font]
in tares of the fabric of the mundane[/font]
and haunts me with glimpses of my future[/font]
hellish visions of what its to be old or insane[/font]
Published 13th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
14th Jan 2010 11:21am
Would suggest a modification to the last line - split it into two lines;
'hellish visions of what it is
to be old or insane'
What do I know anyway?
Great poetry
S
'hellish visions of what it is
to be old or insane'
What do I know anyway?
Great poetry
S
14th Jan 2010 7:50pm
you've known infinity in your hand, and eternity in an hour
gotta get me some altered states, life is poo at the mo...
gotta get me some altered states, life is poo at the mo...
