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"TSD: 3: The Yearning" by The Spiral Downward

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I sit alone on this sandy shore,
Looking out at the evening waves
The blue water has no memory
Of my frequent visits
I write this to every one, but to no one
On this secluded landscape

This painful telling is for one soul,
Whom I've met only once
And though she will never read these things
I am hoping my tears that fall into the ocean
Will one day wash upon her shore
Not sinking soon after like they did before
How I want her to know

I know it must be cold,
To lie there within the world
To understand,
Despite being in this different realm
I think, in my mind, you roam.
Sometimes I see you there, other times I don't

Fighting back exhaustion, swallowing tears consistently
Slamming them back with the Johnny Walker in my hand
The more of him I ingest, the more desirable he seems
But more so the situation for which confines me here
Evaporates into thin air for awhile.

It's during these nights like this that I bleed
And use that blood as fuel to write
These words to you my dear
Though you'll never know them, feel their cold harsh truth
About the reality that has been shaped for me

Instead they'll sit in this spiral notebook
Unseen for your interpretation
The same that always inspired me to move
To defeat my demons and surpass my artistic failures

But your gone and I am a murderer
Not by hand or by weapon, violence is not me
Instead by something more lethal and wedged than a knife

My instability you loved but never understood saw you leave
It waved goodbye, equaling the passion as when it first seen you
Knowing you would comfort it, get off on it
Want to lick it's bleeding wounds

But things progress, and seasoned minds change
As the vacant wind now blows
You chose to follow the compass within your soul
Your heart told you...

Our universal bond, came to a sudden and inexplicable end
The views within you made you decide to find a home again
Free will conquered instability

I'd like to dream of you out there conquering every mountain
As you meet the challenge against the great unknown
Making the high road and each vital step your own
But if you are then you are never returning home



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On Monday June 16th, 2008, urbanhumility (1356) writes:
a unique sojourn is portrayed here.........so very well done...........urban



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