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All Lights Go Out Tasting fate ruined by being late, running around blocks hurrying to reach an invisible gate. Doe like eyes cry upwards to limits of what can be seen in the sky. Wonders if this shadow is a sign from above? Then why. Bounded books of photos taken save memories in pictures of chosen days. Glossy prints of memories will never fade away. We will fade to dust, to death, to deep sleep in time we can’t expect, a mark of fate placed on our soul a moment no one can control. A babe is born, a babe must leave; grim reapers cause will set us free toss us out like grains of seed. Ending from the beginning of times makes me wonder who will look for our signs. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2010-03-27 17:26:40
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Deni,
I think the only one that truly cares to look for signs would be ourselves.
We really are most interested and needful of information pertainin to us.We are
together and yet soooo alone.
Doe like eyes cry upwards , I dislike because it feels like weakness.
And we are a lot stronger than we think. I'd like eyes of concern or insight....better.
I also think we live fate daily. How did we come to be where we are in time. fate, we
follow the road of fate. We control very little.
All in all, thought provoking writing.
Dellena