Shut.

November 10, 2011
By IAmTheBadWolf BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
IAmTheBadWolf BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.-Mary Oliver


“Stop, look around, smell the roses” she was told.
So she paused and took a whiff.
All there was to smell was asphalt
All she could see were the cars,
Flying away into little black specks,
Wailing their highway song in a dizzying, discordant symphony.
They went screaming past her,
Carrying lost hopes, crushed dreams, closed doors.
Each one, speeding on, burnt a hole in her heart.
The wind raked through her hair, urging it to chase down every searing loss.
That’s when she shut her eyes.
The pain subsided to a sedated, numbed throb.
The cacophonous orchestra was lulled back to sleep.
She’ll go through life with her eyes shut always.
Shut tight against the pain.
Shut.



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on Jun. 8 2012 at 11:23 am
AdrienneMPayne SILVER, Gainesville, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
I write because it silences the voices in my head.

Hmn...  wouldn't we all like to just shut our eyes sometimes and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist...  Pretend we can't see the hurt and the pain...  The things that grieve our soul...  Unfortunately we can't, we sensitive few who feel the cold and the sting.  So all we can do is shut our eyes.  This is beautiful, and sad.  Lovely.


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