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Rescue Me

Lost in the past, not content

to stay, wish to be current.

Why all of my seams are rent,

exposed to the elements,

as if my life-line was bent.

Be an angel, Heaven sent,

bring me back to the present,

just let me inhale your scent.

Turn me around with intent

to see the future, portent.

Author notes

~~"Can you help me I'm bent: I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together"
Portent--An indication of something momentous or calamitous about to occur; omen.

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  • Blue Rew silver member
    November 15, 2008

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    I applaud the ability employed to make end-rhyme form beginning to end without sounding forced.
    Each line draws attention to itself and the whole presents a plausible verse to relate to theme.
    Blue


  • suseann
    November 9, 2008

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    This epitomizes my own deepest fears of my life's virtual end in time ,not knowing a road to peace. It's a condition I've believed we all wallow in from time to time. You've created a voiced lamentation .


    • queens1
      November 9, 2008
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      Thank you so much for your comment! The lyrics were inspiring.
      Patty