Dance of the Dead.A Poem by AuroraObviously it's about suicide. Read it out loud.
Sitting on a tree swing on a chilly, sunless day.. I push my feet off of the ground and all my troubles go away. They empty out behind me, the wind working as a filter, to cleanse those pesky auras throwing me out of kilter. And the wind kisses my skin like an invisible, silken thread in its pattern all around me... the wind's Dance of the Dead. I feel as though I'm flying, but I'm chained to this tree. I close my eyes, I'm in the sky: Like a bird, I am free. In reality I'm caged, to be held down is my purpose. All this world is, anyway, is a crazy, untamed circus.
And the world is so afraid to live freely, instead; unfasten all their shackles in the world's Dance of the Dead. Existence isn't tame-able; control is an illusion. Yet everyone insists on living fucked up, sad delusions. And I unclasp my shackles, now, and I'm flying, my arms spread. This place no longer holds me down; My Dance of the Dead.
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2009 Last Updated on September 21, 2009 AuthorAuroraNJAboutHi! I was on hiatus but I am going to try and start writing again. Hopefully, I can get somewhere and/or find the time to do so. more..Writing
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