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    dots Submission Name: A Misplaced Madnessdots
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    Author: Mieko
    Elite Ratio:    3.98 - 253/209/99
    Words: 145
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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    dotsA Misplaced Madnessdots
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    Closed eyes.
    Nobody thinks I'm listening.
    As if I could even help it!
    I hear, "She's out," but I'm not out,
    My mind is just a-wander,
    Searching for something.

    Digging, I have dirty hands.
    Burned hands - blistered and red.
    Lightly, faintly, you can see signs on the skin.
    This has happened before, and now it's happening again.

    A ghost, a phantom;
    Telling me to stop. Put my shovel down,
    I cannot win, not this way, not today.
    I will never win.

    This memory --
    It restrained me before,
    It now encourages me to run,
    I feel the need to run.

    No more... crying, no more tears, no more lying, not for years.

    I wont run, not that it would matter,
    if I ran, you wouldn't try to catch me.
    So I will stay here, instead of running.




    Submitted on 2008-09-05 09:48:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      i really like
    i like the symbolism
    im having a little trouble understanding what it means
    i see how you can equate any kind of work
    physical or emotional
    to digging
    its backbreaking work i have had blisters so bad that they bled and even a few minutes of work will make youe hands feel like they are on fire
    can you please explain i am really interested
    | Posted on 2008-09-05 00:00:00 | by Dark Romeo89 | [ Reply to This ]


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