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Relics Of the Past

January 29, 2013
By Kevin-Lorthe BRONZE, Maynard, Massachusetts
Kevin-Lorthe BRONZE, Maynard, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"I'm worst at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed."-Kurt Cobian


Triggered by returning relics of the past
My emotions begin to melt
How long where they meant to last
Pleasure mixed with pain
And joy laced with sadness
Feeling of walking through the rain
And squeezing joy out of sadness
Into new noise the feelings drain
Leaving me with empty sadness

How many days was I trapped
I transformed into a vessel for longing
Have I forgotten this is a prison
As I stared over the fence I saw decieving shades of grass
And still I wonder if it was my sin

Have I grown too fond of pain
What is joy
What is madness
The feelings come and then they leave
Makes it hard in them to find meaning
But these things are so complex
Meaningless meanings of childish dreaming
Life is yours
Our youth is fleeting


The author's comments:
This is a poem I wrote about feeling multiple conflicting emotions at once. I hope you enjoy reading it.

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