Full CircleA Poem by Dustin ReichmuthIt was a strange feeling...
It's an, odd feeling, knowing that this could be the last thing I'll ever write.
I may even wonder, did I do it right? You can't hear the music that I hear, behind every word, delicately crafted with care. But my cross, I alone shall bare. I see the fire still shining bright, across the cityscape, a lovely lion's eye. And I died. A new viewpoint, another horizon set, another distance run, another harmless pet. A shattered dimension, beneath the broken glass, a simple obstacle, blocks my path. And as my world turns to ash, I'll breathe in the life and I'll wonder, what I saw. And although I may regret to ask, I'll have to know once and for all. Was it real? Did the fire in your eyes, extinguish after so many years? What to feel. A life stands still, frozen with ease, malevolently we walk this trapeze. The sky lights up, as the lightning strikes, I swear I'll come to you, with all my might. And as the fragile, forlorn watchman calls out in the night, I'll wonder what I heard. Because it was something not of this world. Was it real? Did we each give a life to just form some sort of seal? Just to feel. I, scream, silently from this bed of roses that you all laid in front of me. And I'll pretend that you can hear the words that I'm writing. But you each have your own voice, and your own opinion. And I pray that as the world turns you won't lose your own decisions. And I feel, like this is a good place to end it. But where I leave off, someone else will start it.
© 2011 Dustin ReichmuthAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2011 Last Updated on July 14, 2011 AuthorDustin ReichmuthSt. Louis, MOAboutMy name is Dustin, I'm a lyricist. I write songs for pretty much any situation. If I'm inspired, I'll find the proper words to have it expressed. more..Writing
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