just something i drummed up. im a drummer...so i guess u could call that a joke...haha...jk. leave me some input if u want. ~D~


Intervention

The stale air seeps into my lungs as i breathe in and out.

Enclosed inside my den of memories; lying on a bed of doubt.

Ive lost all track of time since i first layed my head to rest.

The greyish light

is an awful sight,

But indeed is still the best.

The blinds they will not close themselves to the outter world, you see

I watch my life slip slowly by; a self made documentary.

The window shows me what ive done and what ive lost in life

Through shattered glass

i see my past

Filled with little more than strife.

A requiem is being played somewhere close by, i hear

I know for whom indeed they sing...it causes me great fear.

A symphony to mourn the lost, the one who lays here now

The dirge, it plays

and the weeping pray.

Upon my head was death endowed?

Surely time, i thought, hadnt passed as vapors do.

I raised my head from off the pillow it was accustomed to.

I surveyed my surroundings; this bland and empty room.

Collected dust

The smell of must

This den was like a tomb.


The funeral was made for me and all my dieing dreams.

My hopes they were cremated...and now the songs, they sang for me.

But this bed thats held me still for months wont hold me anymore.

A slave i am no longer to the things i held so close before.



And as i set my feet upon the cold and dusty ground

the music and the weeping stopped...save my breath; not a sound.

I stood upon both feet again and tried to stand up straight

letting go of fears...all the stress..the pain...the hate.

Through the broken window shown the sun, so brilliant and so bright.

The tears i shed could not describe the beauty of that sight.

Looking out the window,...t'was not the sun that i beheld,

but the people that i loved in whom my happiness once dwelled.

With them here i will never be afraid to die again.

I will always have a reason to live my life for them.

~D~




Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-14 at 02:30

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