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falling awake

by Laura Doom

When I fall from grace
into a state corrupted by wakefulness...
[observed by the corner people
lured to attention
yet simultaneously prostrated
to cover all angles
in whispers
pain is your friend]...

I hear waves grinding,
see light slowing,
an aftertaste of pleasure
shrivelling my tongue
as history repairs itself
by scrawling textured clichés
on derelict walls of regret.

My mission -- to keep you
at heart's length,
protect myself
from the clenched fists
of defence mechanisms,
and when I cry
the cloudsmile bursts
whetting your illusive dreams.

Once in a blue mood
when the light goes out
I turn on the tears,
feel a familiar surge,
the power of surrender
to a force larger than lust
but infinitely smaller than life.

In the sanctuary of my darkest corner
I ridicule wraiths
editing my memories,
interlacing infancy and
airbrushing adolescence
in merging the layers
of passion and depression
to savoury images
not worth saving.

An acqaintance intimates,
better to be saved from a truth
than be tortured by a lie


I smile by convention
and turn in dissension
to embrace my fate.

04/05/2005

Posted on 04/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/30/05 at 12:50 PM

wisdom will rise to the occasion, save it is sleeping off a bender. And hopefully, if we live long enough not to regret its circumstance, we will have foraged, gathered much unto our coffers making those,however golden or lead filled nary impossible to embrace as our fate. Laura, you sparkle.

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