hesse
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I watched them file in-
all sad-faced, teary eyes,
heads bowed, and clad in black.
Dutiful insects, bearing
a weight too heavy too carry,
too dark to understand.
The old church doors closed
and I was where I wanted to be.
Alone...outside.
Now the tears came,
soothing tears that I know won't heal
the choking fires inside of me.
They emerge into the light,
smaller somehow.
"You should have been there"
say their eyes as we return,
silently, back to our lives,
changed now and forever.
Years trundle by, bitterness grows
like the spreading night, inside me.
I can't see it.
I won't see it.
And yet it knows me,
all the way through to the cold bone.
I'm a bit rusty so go easy on me. Haven't written any poetry since I was at school. (Hence the lack of rhyme or rythym, lol).[/b]
all sad-faced, teary eyes,
heads bowed, and clad in black.
Dutiful insects, bearing
a weight too heavy too carry,
too dark to understand.
The old church doors closed
and I was where I wanted to be.
Alone...outside.
Now the tears came,
soothing tears that I know won't heal
the choking fires inside of me.
They emerge into the light,
smaller somehow.
"You should have been there"
say their eyes as we return,
silently, back to our lives,
changed now and forever.
Years trundle by, bitterness grows
like the spreading night, inside me.
I can't see it.
I won't see it.
And yet it knows me,
all the way through to the cold bone.
I'm a bit rusty so go easy on me. Haven't written any poetry since I was at school. (Hence the lack of rhyme or rythym, lol).[/b]