Crutches

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Crutches

(07.21.03)
Cornered by the time that binds me to my place,
My heart held together with lace.
Mutilated tribulation lines the miles,
Cracked acquaintanceship quiescently lays in piles.
All promises lied and depleted from my pale skin,
I only wish to believe from within.
Clear skies threaten storm,
Abandoned sunlight will never form.
Unexpressed smiles increase no chances for me to fold,
Slipping through my fingers allegiance refuses to be hold.
The hour runs out,
Slowly beginning to count.
It's all gone to busy signal,
Scarce emotions from this angle.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Rhaven’s Poems (29)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Like Me 2
Adam's Song 8
Many a Fool 3
Depths of Fire 8
Cut too deep 8
All I Begun 2
Reverie 3
Shadows of Life 1
Forgetting 3
Nothing Inside (song) 1
Hate 4
Down Fall 2
What Remains 0
Bullet Proof 0
Memories 1
Rainbow of Tears 3
Flower In The Meadow 1
No Hourglass 0
Lights 0
Winter Moon 2
Crutches 0
Frozen Fantasy 0
Ambiguities 1
Betrayed 0
Crumble 4
Denial 0
In Depths 1
Broken Mirror 1
Tormented 0