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C.R.Stanger

C.R.Stanger

The Solution

a temporary or eternal...either would do...

We have eyes that cannot see and neither can they cry
Got wings we cannot free yet sometimes they can fly
Got a lesson we cannot learn and a soul that only dies
Got ears that cannot hear and ideas that disappear
Got lips that cannot kiss and a mouth to speak all fear
Hands that work in shadow yet doing more than what may seem
We can sleep in corpse like slumber but never find a dream
We have a mind that gives us problems
A nose to sniff solutions out
A voice that at a whisper is a shrieking shout
But in a void of hidden space
My nose was broken
By the hand that cannot feel my face
A solution may be forever lost
In a world I only taste.
The mire reveals its cost
Tis a solution lost in grace
 
Catherine Renee Stanger
©Copyright
written-2009 revised-2016

This is a short poem ....has a somewhat sad and hopeless meaning...BIG SURPRIse...hah..im actually not all that depressed...isnt it nice we all have pasts to cry and write about ...i say that with warmth not with the cold sarcasm it sounds like...anyways...luckily now grace has not continued to elude me...and i have found my solution ...even if it turns out to be temporary....it was first written years ago and now I've made it better and finished it...debauchery and over saturation of the senses...this is the mire...and what i mean when "a world i only taste" and "those" i am speaking of ...i speak of them a lot...the lost ones...

Note ** all my poems are copyrighted and have codes to prove ownership ... While I doubt anyone here does this ..still have to say Don't steal other people's work wether a poem is good enough or not .... It's personal and directly speaks from the soul of the writer and to take their work and say it's yours ..it's wrong and unnatural ..your stealing a peice of them ...it's nothing to do with money or rights...it's so much more than that...its happened to me .. It can happen to anyone .. It hurts and I always speak out against it even if to most it seems pretentious...

#addicts #adolescents #corpse #drugs #solution #sorrow #youth

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