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An unguarded moment let a memory unlock a door.... a place we had agreed we wouldn't visit anymore. In the center of the room a lone rocking chair... memories swept through me , a chill in the air. The chair began to rock and a familiar perfume... I was taken back to a place..me and you. The softness of your hair,the lips, the touch... oh how I remember what I miss so much. Daggers of pain pierce my flesh... all of this memory I have worked to forget. The chairs' rocking tempo spins out of control.. the air in the room is uncomfortably cold. I try to leave and resecure the door... this memory must be left...I 'm not reliving more. The eyes I swam in , how they turned to coal, the warming touch that went icy cold. Those lips that spit those final words... I spin with these daggers..never healed from the hurt. The demons that invaded our lives of one, I could have helped you fight but it was not what you want. My mind is now on full alert...gather the stength..one final **** The door slams shut, I find the lock... Silence envelopes me...the chair final stops........ One tiny scratch behind the door..I hear the pain daggers drop to the floor.
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:14 AM UTC
Unguarded Moment
An unguarded moment let a memory unlock a door.... a place we had agreed we wouldn't visit anymore. In the center of the room a lone rocking chair... memories swept through me , a chill in the air. The chair began to rock and a familiar perfume... I was taken back to a place..me and you. The softness of your hair,the lips, the touch... oh how I remember what I miss so much. Daggers of pain pierce my flesh... all of this memory I have worked to forget. The chairs' rocking tempo spins out of control.. the air in the room is uncomfortably cold. I try to leave and resecure the door... this memory must be left...I 'm not reliving more. The eyes I swam in , how they turned to coal, the warming touch that went icy cold. Those lips that spit those final words... I spin with these daggers..never healed from the hurt. The demons that invaded our lives of one, I could have helped you fight but it was not what you want. My mind is now on full alert...gather the stength..one final **** The door slams shut, I find the lock... Silence envelopes me...the chair final stops........ One tiny scratch behind the door..I hear the pain daggers drop to the floor.
Paul Roberts. Turn the Page
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:14 AM UTC
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