"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

she had "almost" gone (follow up on ginger)...

she was almost at the brink of existence...
trailing on the edge of a double edged sword...
between life and death she swung, while on a pendulum she rode.

it was her crossroads...
while she wished for death to claim her, oh bittersweet redemption
(how you longed for it that night)...
call it by any allegory and immortalize it with any other lyrical poetry...
any other name...
pick your poison.
but that night and hour, she seriously contemplated suicide.

everything was just so wrong...
misplaced and neglected.
but while death clouds her judgment, her lover beckoned...
pleading otherwise.
and she replied...

"but i'm so tired..."

and then, epiphany dawned on her.....

"... never give up..."

the words echoed through her consciousness...
and she was saved.
yet, the darkside took her, and her path rooted from fear...
then anger...
then hate, and oh so sweet payback materialized on its own.

"the world will pay"

she said to herself...
until reason queried, and swayed her out of it...
she was told,

"it's unfair..."

she saw that...
and for all that she could do, and all that beheld her,
there were only tears to ease her suffering...

until finally, her tears were no more.
this time, she decided...

"i have to throw away my heart..."

i am She...
and she threw away her heart...
how she wished she'd gone...

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