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I

Was born to a new world

 

I walk

Through my memories

A family torn

 

I walk down

The street near my house

Was empty

I used to play there alone

 

I walk down the

Halls of school adorned with flags

Seemed so important then

My whole life in a building

Carved of stone and knowledge

 

I walk down the road

That goes to her house

Everything to me then

And nothing at all now

How I loved her then

How I wonder why

 

I walk down the road alone

Haunted by memories and shades

I am rendered speechless and numb

When you live forever in haze

The sunlight is pain

So I lock myself in my room with the sheet over the window

And sleep through opportunity's knock

 

 

 

Alright, so I suppose an explanation is needed. First off, the format where the first line develops and is tied to the number of lines in each stanza is probably stolen from somewhere, I just can't remember whether or not it's original right now - take it as it is.

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I also like it. :) I don't know if it was your intention, but the form also makes the flow hesitant in the beginning, catching momentun towards the end. It's very like someone who starts walking hesitantly, unsure if he wants to go down that street, that line of memories, but who finds himself rushing headlong into them after a few initial steps. I've felt like that many times, when I explore some line of thought very hesitantly in the beginning, and some steps later I get caught and run it to the end.

 

Thanks for sharing :)

 

~Tanny

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