To The Music's End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem after finding out a dear friend was ill. I seem to be more inspired by loss and pain than by the happier moments in life.

Submitted: November 27, 2006

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They came out today.
And, I, in a deep sleep
dreamt dreams of forsaken babies.
A woman like me needs to hold onto things.
Whether they are dreams or hope or rage,
They are mine.
And much like the organs which were so carefully extracted from me
I bleed
And I die
A little each day
As I watch the eyes of my lover grow dim
heavy under the crushing weight of a burdened life.
I can hear the music ending...
See the curtain drawing closed
I look down at my useless hands
and mourn the passion of a wasted youth.
I reach for you.
A woman like me needs to hold onto things.


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