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Flood waters bubble up
from traumas in subconscious minds
seeping inside rooms with walls
built of paranoid memories.
Dreams of private islands
forgotten behind night terrors
from lifes stresses
and our conditioning.
Idealistic ambitions
crash into self discovery
feeling metal bars seperating
allowing arms to embrace
but leaving space between.
Anger, bitterness, resentment
replacing the childlike smiles
and laughter of a new found love.
When there is no key
and you don't know
which way the prison doors open
you hope for good karma
or an act of God
and hold on for dear life
at least for today.


Set Fire To The Rain (Original By Adele)

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  1. whew...hope you find grace through that threshold...love the flow of this theron...

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  2. I loved the flow of this and this really struck home. I felt each word. Great piece!

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  3. ...Anger, bitterness, resentment
    replacing the childlike smiles
    and laughter of a new found love.
    When there is no key
    and you don't know
    which way the prison doors open
    you hope for good karma
    or an act of God
    and hold on for dear life
    at least for today
    ...

    ...powerful lines in what is an all too truthful piece of writing...felt.

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  4. Hold on, for the love of all that is holy! :) Potent piece of poetry! There is a truth and a power to this that speaks at a volume higher than most. An awesome capture of emotion...and so a new day shall dawn. (Love the music as well...Adele is amazing!)

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  5. The last few lines were simply amazing, Theron...
    You just gave new meaning to the phrase "all's not lost"

    Excellent writing, my friend.. I think I can relate to this on more than one occasion.. *sigh*

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  6. awesome! I love the rushing intensity of this. I know these feelings and thoughts. You have captured the "bubbling up" of them very well here.

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