I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter

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Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy

I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter

Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor,
looking up at the separatist light.
It states its opinion like it knows mine,
"If only..."

Desire is off to find an open space to rent,
blank and uninviting to visitors.
It hangs cobwebs like neon exit signs,
leave me be.

I'll resist as you do the same,
and I'll sleep like you never thought to.

It was never so drastic to leave the walk,
say a few words, never speak again.
Wishing the grass would die on the way,
it won't.

Frontline of my mind, last thought to die,
like spineless impulses playing dead.
They scream for recognition hoarsely,
"We were here too..."
Gone, gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a head that empty?
Gone, gone from New York City,
where you gonna go with a heart that gone?




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Wow, thats really beautiful. Its like frost, or mist or somthing.
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Wow. Good wordsmithing. You came across as very sagacious and deep. I love the title (I saw you mention it in the Launderette's thread, and went looking for it.) I'd try to tie it in more closely with the body of the poem.



You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one. It has patterned itself after every dictator who has ever planted the ripping imprint of a boot on the pages of history since the beginning of time. It has refinements, technological advances, and a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of human freedom. But like every one of the super states that preceded it, it has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace.
— Rod Serling