Afterbirth

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Afterbirth

Running . . . from my collapsing walls,

Reading the past as I roll in the grass,

I lay back and look to the sky, spent;

 

Sheltered . . . from a live that beckons me,

I had to face my own

Death and be carried away,

The clouds shined brighter upon my face

As I jumped headlong into my blindness,

Feeling so far out of touch;

A flash of pain and I was happy and numb,

I woke to a new life;

 

Crying . . .

I turned to look from where I had come,

The darkness was enclosing me,

I pulled it close, I had to see the truth,

But it would be so long before

The words would fill my head,

I saw a light but my

Innocence was far from gone,

A new path was lighted,

The illusion closed behind me;

 

Spinning . . . in the end of eternity,

Flailing, reaching for certainty to grasp,

I close my hands around

A rope thrown from obscurity,

Holding on with no strength,

Slipping, falling, crashing,

I am free to love;

 

Choking . . . in the bank of the clearest fog,

Wondering about how you live

Your life outside of mine . . .

Where are you?

 

Dying . . . losing strength every day

As my weaknesses grow stronger,

The love that I never knew keeps me

Huddled in a corner where no one can

Hurt me with their spite;

I face a new life every day,

Afraid to see what my actions might cause,

Living bravely with my solitude,

A lone coward watching

The ticking clock of life,

Impending death is all I can see,

It’s all I have left to do;

 

Wishing . . . for something more to

Life before I must sadly die,

I must learn before it is too late to teach;

 

Waiting . . . my arms are open wide,

I have so much I need to share with you,

Somehow my love grows stronger alone . . .

I need you;

 

Who am I to forsake this life?

I know nothing of reality save

A lovers cold shoulder,

They shun me, they keep me afraid . . .

 

Loving . . . it’s the hardest thing to do . . .

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dancinghawk commented on Afterbirth

10-17-2009

i like this a lot, dylandean ... an open heart meditation ... a story of agony and surrender and realization and perseverance ... haven't seen you in a while ... and here you are, posting a mountain of stuff! and another WA poet, YAY! thx for posting!

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

dylandean’s Poems (32)

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Frustrations 7
I Hate Everybody 5
Hibernation Blues 3
Voodoo Blues 4
For the Love of a Woman 3
A Study of Faith 1
Love Bloody Love 2
Mathilda The Hun 2
No Mercy 1
The Sick and the Dead 1
Picture Me Naked 0
Muse of the World 0
Lights From Space 0
Afterbirth 1
Forgive Me Not 4
Five Card Wink 1
The Outlaw Trail 2
Mystery of a Woman 8
Endless 2
Flower Bed 1
Oceans of Time 1
Reflection 0
A Taste of Blood 2
The Earthling 3
Winter Rain 4
Death Therapy 2
She Used To Be Mine 1
Whispering Sky 0
Comforter 2
Mustang 2
Whispers of a Dream 2
A Taste of Death 6