I've grown old here
in these hallowed halls,
old with the promises waiting for fulfillment
and the delicate dreams now
hid from the world.
Confined, I've grown to know
this place as home, to
disregard the dust in the air I breathe,
and the cold that freezes my heart.
alone alone
Persist not for anything deeper than acquaintance.
I much misgive the strength of friends;
it wanes in darkness and fails to guide,
helpless as all things we ever hold valiant and worthwhile.
It is far more appealing to die watching you at the door,
than to have your carcass rot away at my feet,
as tears draw more wrinkles 'cross my skin.
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a la hoobs
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This made me read every word at a steady, sort of slow pace. I didn't want to speed ahead, or skim. It gets across a lot of feeling while also giving a sense of deliberately imposed distnace, just a little too far to touch. It is sad, but doesn't feel hopeless.
My point is, I liked it. The poem says things better than a comment will anyhow.
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