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The Broken Man
I know he's there, not far away Though his stares are cold That's just his way. He really cares But it never shows Because he cares You'll never know. His life is made Of just four walls, A prying doctor And paging calls. This livid man Once full of life, Lost his way Through sullen strife. He once was wed But death came near And took his bride Their fifteenth year. He tried to live To do things right But found the struggle Not worth the fight. He rarely speaks, Though often stares And often thinks That no one cares. He's just a shell Just made of man, Not empty space Like empty can. He speaks to me And confides his past, He weaves his dreams But they don't last. When it's time That I must go, I see him stare As if he's alone, And there he sits In silence weeps His uncried tears Never touch his cheeks, Many know him And think he's crazed, He feels forsaken And hides his shame. The pain he bears Is his alone, He sits and stares And thinks of home. Fadedspirit 4/10/2008 |
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 To be GONE,,good read.
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The Broken Man I know he's there, not far away Though his stares are cold That's just his way. He really cares But it never shows Because he cares You'll never know. His life is made Of just four walls, A prying doctor And paging calls. This livid man Once full of life, Lost his way Through sullen strife. He once was wed But death came near And took his bride Their fifteenth year. He tried to live To do things right But found the struggle Not worth the fight. He rarely speaks, Though often stares And often thinks That no one cares. He's just a shell Just made of man, Not empty space Like empty can. He speaks to me And confides his past, He weaves his dreams But they don't last. When it's time That I must go, I see him stare As if he's alone, And there he sits In silence weeps His uncried tears Never touch his cheeks, Many know him And think he's crazed, He feels forsaken And hides his shame. The pain he bears Is his alone, He sits and stares And thinks of home. Fadedspirit 4/10/2008 Wow...man...that's just....man...that's just powerful, man... |
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Edited by
Fadedspirit
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Thu 04/10/08 12:45 AM
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Thanks iam4u!
Somedays I think about being gone....lol...but I'd be afraid of getting lost like my friend.
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Thanks Spaceman2008.
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faded......
man that was nice my freind |
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I don't know what to say... touching
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Thanks kc!
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your welcome
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Very touching. But your not alone.
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Awww, thanks lurchs_sister.
Thanks vvenia and welcome to the forum. |
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Edited by
Gypsy41
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Thu 04/10/08 01:32 AM
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BEAUTIFUL!!!
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Awww, thanks Gypsy. I'm glad you stopped by.
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Good write. I never know how to deal with people like this. I want to respect their privacy, but I also want them to see they ain't done yet and try to find the right point of focus.
It probably would have been more politically correct to say wish them to see they ain't done yet, but dammit I'm selfish and yup, I want 'em to see it, so they can stop the self ickinessssssss -- it sucks............. |
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(((( Faded ))))
I shall leave you with these
Touching to say the least my friend |
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very good write and so touching
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(((Fade)))
A write so true of some... May the broken people be glued back together... |
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