Only In My Mind

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    Only In My Mind

     The essence of you has drifted off into the mists
    No trace is left, no tiny piece for me to salvage
    My heart cries out in the swirling fog, searching, searching
    My mind wanders to memories, for they are binding me

    Is there no way to scrub these images from my mind
    To leave behind empty space that doesn't hurt to look at
    The torment is unimaginable, so unceasing, unceasing
    I close my eyes and drift to sleep only to dream

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    Grito commented on Only In My Mind

    12-13-2009

    Alas, alas dear Bridget, the memories are as glorious and gracious in their perfection as the reality they were because they are real, please glory in tem, for you were fortunate to have been granted that gift.
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    RJK commented on Only In My Mind

    12-12-2009

    Ok tell you the turth I was confliked with the first two lines to the rest of the poem. Read it again did not click then I went to the comments to see what i was missing. Ok get it now clear pitcher. It seems that we can be huanted by are own thoughts
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    icu2 commented on Only In My Mind

    12-12-2009

    I shudder to think that the loss of a love could be so great. Very eloquent...and sad.
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    kdarcy commented on Only In My Mind

    12-05-2009

    A nice read, reminded me of some things. We have much in common, the all of the peoples, sometimes living " Only in My Mind ". To live is to relate, be well k
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    Rhymer commented on Only In My Mind

    12-04-2009

    Relate all to well to the nightmares, my favorite genre to read and you did thid so well. 10 from me
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    BridgetBowen

    12/11/2009

    Thank you so much Rhymer...I appreciate all your insight and your compliments. It's nice to know people like you and others realize what I'm trying to say :) Truly appreciated.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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