Wednesday, 1 August 2012

POETRY: STOLEN

It felt good to be there
That home away from home
But the inward voice echoes the wrong in this right

Been there and here
A mysterious two sided lives lead
All home but none home
One's right that is not right!

Yesterday births today
But Tomorrow died a stillborn
Trust built on eternity's promises
delivering a falsity in truth's lies

What justifies this indulgence?
This forcing of one to believe
What one knows as untrue 
This false identity, truth creates?

Once there and always here
Never barring these memories
 once instilled
Always remains
No delete this brain knows


So we live in our coffin of rot
Our denial
Strengthening the bonds of our decaying existence


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