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Fallen
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closet boxes 2002 Emersed within my deepest thoughts
the scenes are blurring by
lightning strikes as rain does fall
I can't forget though I do try.
Raindrops fall much like the tears
cried for you yesterday
recolestions of the things
you felt you had to say.
The dreams you had left fallen
like the stars I once wished on
where things I felt once right
today just seem so clearly wrong.
Trying hard to be myself
i'm just a vision of your needs
indecisive in my thoughts
lost among my pointless deeds.
Clawing for a single thread
to hold me up above the pain
through these constant thoughts I do not know
how I still love the rain.
of all the hundreds of poems in your portfolio, this one is so far one of my favorite. Seems like the speaker in the poem feels pain, or draws back negative feelings when they are confronted by memories of perhaps a past relationship.
What I took from this particular poem is this... You can't always look back at scarred emotions when you are reminded of the past. If you allow the pain to shine through, and you allow bad memories to appear in whatever it is you look at, then what is the point of living. The thing I love most is that although the storm may bring back feelings of regret or sadness, in the end the speaker disassociates the past from the present, and finds themselves enjoying the moment, not for anybody else, but for themselves.
Besides, who doesn't love the rain.
Beautifully written poem.
-Nathaniel Jordan-
i liked the second stanza
and 3rd and 4rth
but not the last
ash
Much Love
Ashley