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The Atrophy of a Soul

My fingertips trace my eyes,
but the face I see is not mine
Pretender
A thousand stories make a life
and a thousand others dared to write
my own

I’ll shed the only things that I know
and toss the pages upon the road

Goodbye my soul’s pretending,
farewell my lying dreams,
so long my unknown secrets,
it’s time to set you free.
Goodbye my unlived stories
as I drop my patchwork veil.
I’ll release this nameless label,
for the moon is not for sale.

A hundred footsteps mark my trail
yet not one trace of me lies there
One road walked
Haunted by another’s ghost
Living my life, I can’t control
my own

I’ll shed the only things that I know
and mark my footprints upon the road

Goodbye my soul’s pretending,
farewell my lying dreams,
so long my unknown secrets,
it’s time to set you free.
Goodbye my unlived stories
as I drop my patchwork veil.
I’ll release this nameless label,
for the moon is not for sale.

I’ve washed in angel’s satin tears
Scrubbed the phantoms from my skin
and leave them to echo in my hands
as their spirits drown
Left alone to haunt my mind
Strung between ever and now

Now I’ll take the time
to make me all I’ve failed to be
till now

Goodbye my soul’s pretending,
farewell my lying dreams,
so long my unknown secrets,
it’s time to set you free.
Goodbye my unlived stories
as I drop my patchwork veil.
I’ll release this nameless label.
No, the moon is not for sale.

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  • Iliad Keys
    October 9

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    Fantastic. The repeated stanza has a terrific flow and rhythm to it, as well as beautiful imagery. I love the line, "I’ve washed in angel’s satin tears
    Scrubbed the phantoms from my skin" The lines play off each other, because their linked in cleansing, yet contrast through angels and phantoms. It's a fresh idea. Haha, this whole poem is refreshing, in part because it's the first I've read in forever, but certainly a pleasing one to come to first.


    • willowprincess
      October 11
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      thanks. this one took me a while to write. i really wanted to get the idea across of living other people's lives rather than your own through imagery.


  • Childsight
    May 13
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    i like this one a lot. it painted a very cool picture for me.