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Over

I already know it's over
I've known for years
Dried out like stover
And I'm lost in a sea of fears

But the fears are nothing
I've seen my death up close
Naught but a sting
I just wait for the blows

The shame once great is gone
All that's left are my tears
My life has been withdrawn
There are no more fears


It all began with a dream
One I had first time at seven
I still hear the piercing scream
And I try to leaven

Underneath a bridge I see
My nineteen-year-old soul released
No longer really me
Inside is nothing but a beast

I claw my way through my body
And watch the blood run out
I fully disembody
While the lout tries to save me, in despair and doubt

Author notes

It's true.. the dream. Had it from age 7 and until I turned 20.

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  • Kindredblood
    August 9, 2007

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    Dreams can leave vivid taints behind both good and bad, this is no different, sounds like something was bothering you, which carried over into your sleep, your mind fagmented those emotions into this dream/nightmare.

    Powerfully charged poem so bizarr yet intriguing too, to have the same dream for all those years, must have been hard, to close your eyes at night, knowing what you had to face, deeply sorry for that, though I know you not, I do know pain, is all I know well, deep words woven in your poem here.

    One question since i can be a bit dumb at times, but what is (stover)?


    • Mj gold member
      August 9, 2007
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      Stover is the dried stalks and leaves of a field crop used as animal fodder after the grain has been harvested.
      I needed a word, and I found stover, and I thought it was.. wellplaced.

      Thank you for your comment, I much appreciate it.
      MJ

  • Billy Kage
    May 22, 2007

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    Awesome

    This part right here hit it on the note.

    "Underneath a bridge I see
    My nineteen-year-old soul released
    No longer really me
    Inside is nothing but a beast"

    I like it best because it's almost like your talking about shedding your skin. That's not always a bad thing. Once again, I can relate to a lot of your work. you bring a lot of your writings to life, and that's what I like when I read others work.

    Awesome read.


  • Felix BlackHeart
    May 13, 2007
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    this is verygood write. very wellw riten. I enjoyed how you layed things out. thanx for entering!
    Felix BlackHeart