As I wake up...
In the mirror I see an image:
Dead, decayed.
Who am I?
Face withered,
Blooming anger.
From these paths we stray
Into land we never see
And sorrow always sleeps within.
And when I sleep...
Stinging, burning sensation:
Silken-clad to tempt me,
Lurking in my dreams to make
Even sweeter my sleep.
Am I damned?
Or, are you the antidote
I have long been expecting?
Wake me not;
I will stay in this dream,
And for a second grasp it;
For a day, believe.
Author notes
Another forgotten oldie...
Written January 30th, 2004
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lol old woman indeed, only the words of my Prodigy can write so well as to make someone feel that. well dang chica. i have a poem a little like this called Dream Lover but its more like the end of your poem. i think its interesting you hang that temptation idea out there. i like it not many people see it as that. i also like the love and the dark mix you blended them very well. well done. once again you strike the bell, resonating the sound of a perfect victoriously written poem. great job
~nothing but the highest regards
josh -
It reads at the beginning as though you were an old woman...but you are not! Too young to have such burdens upon you. Really great write.
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Cool! good job! I like it, its different. Oh and thanks for commenting on my poem
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I like this one...It isn't your "typical" romantic write...This goes to the emotions in a different refreshing way...I like the view in the mirror mixed with the dream...There are many lines I like but "For a day, believe" it precious. Great job!
Victoria Lin
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