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| Pastime Ghosts I was going to put the meanings of the poems here. I decided not to do that, obviously. Even though some of these poems have pretty obvious meanings, I wanted to leave each one open to interpretation by the reader. I want you to feel when you read these and I think that's hard to do when you can't relate. Enjoy! *~~*NA*~~* |
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| Trying to sleep soundly Ghosts of the past gather 'round me My hands try to brush them away Yet, still they stay Try to open my eyes But they rest heavily on my eye lids Longing to see around them Permanent reminders of the things that I did It's time to get past that I did what I had to do Yet, I'm still chained to the past Left here struggling to move Looking for a place to go Take a deep breath Go where nobody knows Get lost in the crowd Fall to my knees Cry out to you Scratch at my eyes until they begin to bleed Move away from me Find something sharp Watch as I bleed No more longing, no more need They lift from my eyes And my thoughts have been freed I twitch and I see It was all just a dream It was all just a dream |
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