Inspired by the song of the same title by Lenoard Cohen


The avalanche

I met a million flowers bent and broken from the rain.
I slept beneath an avalanche, I wandered among the trains.
I feasted on the many meals of a broken man's hurt and pain.

I've sank beneath the layers of a lonely mind
I've seen the empty horrors there, wishing I was blind
I kept walking through the mountain ranges not caring what i left behind

I felt my heart and soul within wither and fall down
I found myself once again in this lonely battered town
I saw the remnants of a deadened love that broke my heart and stole my crown



Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2009-03-15 at 04:42

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2009-03-15