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The Me in the Medium

Poetry By: aaihalbs

A conversation between someone and their departed, or maybe it's just all in your head.

Submitted:Aug 26, 2010    Reads: 79    Comments: 15    Likes: 6   

Things can always compare: we're all common as air.

And if life's unfair?
No one cares.
If your heart tears?
You're tarnished wares.
Too much to bear?
Suicide's a dare.
It's not that rare.

Death's just a temptress, beckoning us to undress.

Did you remember to confess?
No, I left a mess.
Was it a lover's last caress?
No, I feared success.
Is it like we guessed?
No, just darkness.
I mean, yes.

I never thought words would result in reality blurred.

How much was overheard?
Enough to make death preferred.
Could you have been deterred?
I just flew like a bird.
No, your caged, interred!
Don't be absurd.
I didn't say a word.


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