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Lethe

a year lost
in the frozen space of mind
where days die and return
with little waste of countenance
for we exist in a netherworld
where nothing seems to matter
because we can no longer bear that it should.

- - -

though you could not save me,
I will never forget that you tried.

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On Monday April 5th, 2004, BoldSolitude (277) writes:

Short and simple but poignant, The last two lines were touching and haunting

On Thursday February 12th, 2004, flying_fox (770) writes:

powerful powerful last two lines, Cre. Great write. FF

On Thursday February 12th, 2004, Jonas (862) writes:

the world, comotion, adulation, frustration, i turn my head i walk away, but find i cannot stay tuned out totally as some beautiful meaning will sometime drift by. beautiful piece, if sombre.

On Wednesday December 3rd, 2003, AlluringDescent_darkbride (765) writes:

The funny thing is...I was just thinking that it's already December and it seems just yesterday it was the 1st of January. I feel like I've lost a whole year. And then I go to this poem..."a year lost" Funny how that happened...

On Tuesday December 2nd, 2003, An Expired Member (11) writes:

as I read this I pictured in my mind a relationship struggling until the end, a wasted year with out any thing to show but perhaps a broken heart.S/M

On Monday December 1st, 2003, CharlottesWeb (586) writes:

This is almost seems lyrical. But like, it wouldn't need the music to make it music...if that makes since. This is beautiful...so sad...dark in an overcase way. ~JMDW~

On Sunday November 30th, 2003, purr_verse (1438) writes:

yes, this is very effective indeed. powerful emotions simply and vividly and originally described. purr

On Sunday November 30th, 2003, Demosthenes (222) writes:

a poem like the guy with kinda long hair who plays guitar and speaks in tongues. always brilliant. -B

On Sunday November 30th, 2003, sole (114) writes:

It's a blessing and curse the things that stick in our mind while everything else drops into oblivion. This poem really made me think about that and I can relate to it. Great write cre.

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Bakkhus Unbound (1110) writes:

how is it there seems to be so much beauty in sadness? 'bien que vous ne pourriez pas me sauver, je n'oublierai jamais que vous avez essayé.'

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Bakkhus Unbound (1110) writes:

as the beauty of this poem portrays...

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Six-Out (1825) writes:

So much said...in so little space. I...don't really know what to say to this, exept great write.

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Bast (900) writes:

mm. oh for the days of having a savior.. even if they didn't catch me when i fell. this brings forth a peculiar melancholy.

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Drifter (364) writes:

"...nothing seems to matter, because we can no longer bear that it should" Those lines gave me goosebumps.

On Saturday November 29th, 2003, Lost_Soul (39) writes:

Amazing!! This is simply an amazing poem. I especially enjoyed the last two lines.

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