Five Years, by Matthew Grode Subscribe to rss feed for Matthew Grode

The cold november air stirs me from my restless slumber,
My eyelids open with false dreams of summer,
My body motionless, no attempt to rise,
Unlucky number 17 is my silent cry,
The seasons have changed and the years have passed,
But some dark memories will always last,
I close my eyes, my mind takes me there,
That starless night,I can smell the smoke in the air,
That fiery blaze still burns deep within my soul,
As I find my self chasing what that night stole,
I remember the emptiness and the everlasting pain,
And knowing my life would never be the same,
They say, pain and loss teach us what it is to feel,
But I would trade in that lesson for these wounds to heal,
As I lie in reflection, resurrecting ancient tears,
I hear the calendar scream, "It's been five years".

Posted: 2006-01-10 00:57:04 UTC

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2006-01-10 02:36:09Faith
Well done! I really like the strong emotions you express... it feels like i'm feeling them too. Good job!

2006-01-12 11:33:36My_pain_your_thrill
OMG!! You are such a great writer, I just found you today and am totally addicted to your poems now!! Get some more up!! This work is touching and strong... Love it!!

2006-01-14 17:44:15love nothing >>--
Just what My_pain_your_thrill said

2006-01-14 20:50:38so_close_but_yetso_far
Your very talented. Keep at it. xxx