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| Page of Life | |
| By Katanga | ||
| 25 September 2008 | ||
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Ha!
Couldn't find any better rhymes! Page of Life I turn a page of 'Life' to read the end of all the loving in my burnt-out heart. Now there's a tear my dreams can no more mend than take me home to our once happy start. How long have we two been so far apart? Such distance stretches out, and so I tend to turn to poetry's solace, soul-crafted art. I turn a page of 'Life' to read the end. This poem hangs, and I can't comprehend . . . The song I sing tastes wrong, distinctly tart. My tune is written now, a futile blend of all the loving in my burnt-out heart. There's paper on the table - a pen, a dart that pierces all I feel. I won't pretend to know what's quietly driven you to part. Now there's a tear my dreams can no more mend. Is this a message you were loath to send before your heart gave up pretence, so smart? I'd rather you forgive me now and spend, than take me home to our once happy start. I linger long before I scream, 'Depart!' My soul is crushed, this poem cannot rend a better life than proven by Descartes - 'I think, therefore I am.' Did he 'intend'? I turn a page.
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