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Aftermath of the sermon
by Meghan HelmichIt won't stop ringing and leaving no message.
I am a mockery of a woman, feigning control
It's over
It's over
It never began
I needed truth like armageddon to believe
It had to nest in my ears and turn me
I crawl room to room until my palms burn
just to stand tall in the morning.
I am free of bondage
Free to fall off every rooftop I ever walked up to. 12/02/2011 Author's Note: This is really different for me. I just had to spit out some swirling thoughts. I guess it should've been a journal entry, really.
Posted on 12/02/2011
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/03/11 at 12:09 AM It's awesome, so let it be whatever the hell you want it to be. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/03/11 at 01:47 AM I love this. For more info, message me on here or facebook. :) (pushbuttons) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/03/11 at 02:12 AM ...word! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 12/03/11 at 05:05 PM I think this is great in poetry form (instead of journal entry) sometimes random thoughts make a great poem. The first two lines I often feel like, so it speaks to me. anyway, love this. |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 12/03/11 at 06:22 PM I found this interesting, definitely different for you. Great stanzas, though indeed :) |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/03/11 at 09:58 PM Strong words, strong write! I think this is perfect as is..leaves me much to evaluate in living! |
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