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Gradually I come to the brink of sleep
I wake,
A trauma is angling deep in blood
I get the far away smell of Iodine
In a delirious sense
I recall-
It's drizzling in the heart
No letter would come anymore...

My eyes get wet
I pull down my hat on forehead
And slowly step forward
Along the lone streets.

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The following comments are for "Bereaved"
by Myth

Trying Desperately...
to understand this poem and I think if you obmit the first line "Gradually I come to the brink of sleep" and then also lose "No letter would come anymore..." then this poem would fit together as reflective and deliver the lonly and haunting message I think you are trying to achieve...Would like you to explain to me exactly what is going on here if you would please. Thanks for reading and rating my 2 poems so highly!

( Posted by: ladyngold [Member] On: May 30, 2005 )

So Lonely...
Wow as I read this I felt as if I were that person...good job making it felt..

( Posted by: twistymisty [Member] On: May 5, 2006 )

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