Where is the torch I lit
Where went the light
The flames that die in my eyes
And the ashes that settle
On the poppy flowers
Singing requiem to another dream
Broken into million shards
Like the million stars in the sky
Are they broken pieces of
A grand dream of another psychotic
Or another sad God in his own world.
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This was nice!
I love this poem.Its captivating and alluring.
Wonderful.
Vaguely reminds me of the days when I look in the mirror and realize how I am so much more different than what I thought I was
annie--thanks.
sweetstickychewy--glad you liked it.thanks.
de.vile--your thoughts take me to a Metallica song.."i lied last week to the mirror,that i've broken to match my face"
I love how I remind you of something you remind me of :)
wow Ash!
I feel God doesnt exist...at times that is.
Keshi.
i really like your pieces... :)
i like the concept of a sad God.
hey,
how are ya?
aviana
keshi--God did exist, but he died in the year 1984.
aviana--thanks.i like being liked.
{illyria}--yup. it makes us comparable to Him,isn't it?
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