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Set Me Free

just playing with some older poems...

Alone, love wanders through
Barren world, searching for mourning dew.
Clouded visions blinding eyes,
Desiring my pain to make me wise.
Expunge all lingering illusions,
For they cause the soul confusion.
Gracefully, let me disappear,
Haunted is my heart, when you are near.
Inalienable is your soul to me,
Just know, I must now be free.
Keenly, the cut my heart does feel,
Laying bare, the last of my will.
Maladjusted must be your name,
No, I can’t again play that game.
Obliterate the twisted view,
Purposefully, explicating thoughts of you.
Quantum leap I must now take,
Rampant, your rage, I tied to a stake.
Slowly my soul will start to fly,
‘Til no longer I feel the need to die.
Umbilical that connected our souls,
Vanishing in air as my spirits grow.
Wandering peacefully among the stars,
Xenon I became, permeating all scars.
Yielding my love to the world below,
Zealously free, a smile I bestow.

Derma Kaput - on Jan. 10 2008
Nice piece of alphabetical work here, Rene, and it rhymes too.  Xenon, huh?  I bet that's never been used in a poem before!
Rene' - on Jan. 10 2008

Thanks Derma, I don't know why but ever since my first acrostic piece I have written them in rhyme. I was taking biology when I wrote this one, thus the xenon and permeating scars.... 

----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!




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