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Woken

I'm holding on to you
in the middle of the night.
You just climbed into bed, though I've been here for
hours already.
You wake me,
though you may mean not to
and I cling to you, resting my head on your shoulder.
I don't know why I let go of it.
It's not like there weren't enough handles to grip.
And most certainly I could've fed my anger
tinder and watched the fire
grow.
But instead I snuffed it out.
I put it under my booted heel and watched the rage against the dying of the light
finally die.
It's crunched into the dirt.
gone.
gone.
I've said it twice, but it bears repeating,
gone.
So I lay here now,
clinging
to you though I had a much more solid emotion to grapple with.
resting
on you though I could've leaned on my anger.
breathing
with you though the fumes could have fed me fine.
And I think,
you woke me,
but somehow I don't care.

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Written October 13th, 2003

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  • Catressa gold member
    September 30, 2004
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    Hmm I always love to see what other's think of writes and how different we view things. I took this to mean a fight between a husband and a wife. Nothing in the world worse than going to bed angry with one another. I know I have done it and woke up feeling worse the next day. I liked this, take care, Catressa (Peace Chain Member)

  • lgodina
    September 30, 2004
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    Hi this Is Laura thank you for entering the contest and good luck I loved this write this is a good piece good luck Laura


  • PeaceChain silver member
    September 30, 2004
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    Often what surprises me is that people gives 100% or even 200% to their job, they take all kind of nonsense from their seniors and a job can be changed, improved, but to a relationship often people are willing to commit much less, there is less forgiving less tolerance more anger expressed, perhaps the root of this is that our expectations from the person we love are so much more. but people are just people, they have their weaknesses they have their failings and they have other things in their mind or hearts that sometimes they are not able to deal with and may instead vent on a partner.
    My mum had told me when i got married "never sleep on a fight". this poem reminded me of that, I try to follow her advice and have for 19 years of rages, fights, ups and downs. It is hard to be the one to make up but it doesnt make me weak, it needs more strnegth to as you described it so well
    "But instead I snuffed it out.
    I put it under my bootéd heel and watched the rage against the dying of the light"

    yes that takes much more strength of mind and of character. You took the hard choice, but the better one.
    resting
    on you though I could've leaned on my anger.
    breathing
    with you though the fumes could have fed me fine


  • cutiepie gold member
    September 25, 2004
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    This was as if you need this person but you dont like them very much, perhaps past events have made you annoyed with this person behaviour. Maybe you are looking for a way out... I dont know but it was an excellent write, good luck in the contest


  • beautiful
    October 30, 2003
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    "gone.
    gone.
    I've said it twice, but it bears repeating,
    gone."

    I absolutely adore that part of this poem. It is a beautiful write. Such deep content.
    Bravo!

  • Chaith
    October 16, 2003
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    I can feel the emotion, it seems like a fight:
    "and I cling to you, resting my head on your shoulder.
    I don't know why I let go of it.
    .....
    And I think,
    you woke me,
    but somehow I don't care."
    Very powerful words, and another great piece, keep writing!


  • The CheshireKat
    October 15, 2003
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    Reighna, there is conflict here... there is a sort of conscious, rebellious surrender, if that makes sense; and if it does (or even if it doesn't) i don't know many other than you who could pull it off.

    "I put it under my bootéd heel and watched the rage against the dying of the light
    finally die."

    that is an interesting line. it is suprising. well, i was suprised. then i wondered what it meant. it suggests surrender... but the rest of the poem... well, there's pride. and passion; 1/3 maybe?

    hrm.

    i'll keep reading this.

    ♥ always,
    -Kat

  • witchcraft
    October 14, 2003
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    amazed...

    this is beautiful. so full of emotion and raw energy. you could have taken it all out on the other person and yet you didn't, instead you simply cling to them. i really really like this. it's one of the best pieces i've read on the site. blessings and lovestars!! later dayz...

  • skyyward
    October 13, 2003
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    bravo

    this makes me think of someone pushing another away. and perhaps wishing that they wouldnt let them

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