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Bloodshot eyes staring listlessly into the darkness of night
With every inch of scarring that she hides inside,
She numbs the fright...
For, how can you fear the darkness if you have become darkness itself
How can you fear death if you have died before
How can you fear pain if you have felt the needle yourself
How can you fear yourself
If you no longer have to face that person anymore
For, that task had become too much of a chore

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind

(William Wordsworth)

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The following comments are for "Fear"
by seriousinsanity

A brilliant depict and sensational expressions of how person no longer fears something he experienced…
I can see you make a chore out of this feeling

Good job. I enjoyed the read…and I stopped for moments in most of its parts


PS. I can see you jot down part of Christopher Marlow’s poem
I have written a reply for this poem and would be happy if you read it
It is titled [A reply to a shepherd]

( Posted by: fairgrace [Member] On: January 3, 2005 )

I love this, so sad but, an absolute truth. Life
can be so hard, for all, some more than others.
This a stirring little write, I can truly
appreciate it.... Robinbird

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: January 4, 2005 )

fairgrace-thanks so much for commenting...i did read your response to that poem, and i loved it! that is one of my all time favorite poems, and you did a lovely job with that!

robin-i'm so happy that you liked the poem. i love being involved with this site...i feel very welcome. thank you!


( Posted by: seriousinsanity [Member] On: January 8, 2005 )

I have been a "little" out of it(I'm lying). It's
been HELL, I know this woman, quite well, she's
behind this screen. Put that aside, this is an excellent image of what it can be for some,like
I said, more than others. I want you to kmow, I
gratefully appreciate your insight. "OH GOD",
Megan, my husband just walked thru the door, I
sent him to get some beer from the liquor store,
he brought me news, a friend of mine shot herself thru the heart, 2 days ago, I didn't
know! I'm shocked again. I swear, this to be true, I'ts kinda weird, I've been hidden away,
this is my first hit, trying to come back, to
some kind of peace. I don't what to say,

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: January 9, 2005 )

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