There is some importance to a spyglass
To look beyond all we’ve ever known
And see what could happen
Though as childish and reckless as a farce
You knew that the song you played was so captivating
I found myself climbing the enlightened stairway
Only to stumble, to fall like a diamond
Out of some very expensive promise
And the clock was counting down
Past the watermelon seeds and dissolving sugar cubes
My conjuring tricks no longer employed the light
Praying words always did seem so, completely absurd
The world housed ever doubting thing I felt
From bone to bruise to loving what was never truth
I wanted my hopes to manifest
To drag me screaming out of my overwhelming history
Only God could enter through my wounds,
Like invisible doors
I knew I couldn’t survive the dark,
With a broken street lamp.
Author notes
A flower asked me at the first sign of dawn, if lately I’ve seen God?
And I replied, “Yes I have, in you.”
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2600 points, ended September 16, 2008, 11 entries
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This made me sad for two reasons, First it had a very depressing air about it, and second it wasn't memorable, after i read it I felt blank, despondent, which is an impressive feat for a writer, yet it left me with an unsure feeling overall, very well written, but something about it just left me kind of hollow
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