Erased

by Krete   Feb 14, 2006


Pull back the curtains,
roll up the shades,
forget about hurting,
its time to be made.

Time to talk,
play along,
drink and smile,
forget whats wrong.

Turn your head,
roll up those sleeves,
cut back loose,
and watch the leaves.

Look at them falling,
dancing along.
Spiraling, crying,
singing that song.

Always turning,
never glancing back.
You make a name,
that stands for cracked.

A broken husk,
a divulged shell,
protecting nothing,
on its way to hell.

Running a race,
on a prosthetic foot,
crying and gasping,
screaming out what.

Its so foggy,
where & when to go,
all dim & scary,
walls are written ho.'

You pull down the shades,
close the curtains,
think of the leaves,
and remember hurtin.

You never glance back,
because deep in your shell,
theres a spot crack,
screaming to yell.

But its time to talk,
play along,
forget about the baby,
who was robbed of his song.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lushed

    "But its time to talk,
    play along,
    forget about the baby,
    who was robbed of his song. "

    god youre amazing.

    the flow is brilliant and utterly perfect. its a lament that just seems to scream with emotion and its as if there isnt even room for anger anymore. emotion is dead to anything mut mourning.
    if i could give you higher than a 5 i would

  • 18 years ago

    by AnAstAciA

    That was amazing....!!!!!!!!! Welcome to my favourites...Your writing and your expressing of words are totally amazing.....:) Gooooooooood job 5/5!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    I really liked this. You have such a way with words... it's amazing. I can only hope one day I'll be half as good as you with expressing my emotions and thoughts. Great job, as always. :)

  • 18 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Something inside this person died, both literally and physically, and the shame and lonliness conveyed in this poem towards both the person and the child is just phenomenal. try and forget everything that happened... but it really never goes away, cause a part of this person died... very lovely. it's good to have you back.
    -A

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