Shadows trace the underground forest

Grazing against lost foundings.

Silence lay in the deep wood

And thoughts are carried away undigested.

The forest of rubbish,

As they all call

Spans over the magma of the earth,

Feeding on burning, long idealogies...

Until now.

Heat is not absorbed, only cold stone remains

For the area is locked,

Ready to leave,

Ready to surface.

Ready to disappear

And be forgetten.

Ready to die

And to be missed.

Ready to brew...

And ready to fear.

Keyword: The Leaving Heart

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-06-30 15:00:17 .... to be honest, i actually was lost as to the meaning of this. but i really liked the words you used and the feel i got from it. + Report this comment
Posted by Kasi elaborated 2008-07-28 11:44:42 .... I enjoyed the descriptiveness of this piece, the words hold alot of feeling. + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-01 01:16:30 .... I've read the poem a few times and soaking in its meaning. This is sheer delight for its descriptiveness. A heart is ready for all sacrifices. Even disappearing and dying. + Report this comment

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