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Moving On

We walked together on the blood soaked ground,
Telling each of our misery and dismay.
Captivated, I followed you to hell;
The tears in your eyes reflected my faults so well,
An Ambiguous Mirror, Showing me the way.
Im starting to question the reason why I let it happen.
I've seen this all before,
The repetition accenting the value of this pain.
But without repetition we never learn to deal with sorrow,
And I don't want to learn, I just want peace.
If only there was such a thing.
But the pain is fading as your leaving me alone,
Yet I cant stop weeping, All hopes retreating,
I don't want to do this on my own.
I just want to get out of the darkness
But all the paths are misleading,
So how am I to know where to go?
If I took the wrong path would you just watch me leave
Or would you join me on this stroll to hell?
Would you help me up if I fell,
Or am I going to have to lay there alone?
Either way we'll move on, One way or another.
I've come to see that all things untwine giving time,
The pattern in which they do is a haphazard mix of events.
But in the end you end up dependent, Ready to lead your life anew.



Poetry by David D
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Written on 2006-11-19 at 22:50

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