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In a state of grace
I saw a mistake
A beautiful red rose carelessly thrown
And a throne once so great and golden
Turned to dust and has been forgotten
I saw a door, it was jammed with petals
I took them off, one by one
Till they turned to coins
They gathered into a pool and I felt myself succumb
I fell like Alice into a hole of agony and numbness
It turned more mysterious when I saw a man
Sitting on a rock in a dark room with a book
His face was made of scars and wounds and he never looked up
I fell again in a whirlwind of symphonies
I opened my eyes and saw a galaxy
I saw the true beauty of a blemished time
When death was death and human was mine
I caught laughter in the air around
I fell down, once again to face the children of sound
They laughed, they cried, they tasted blood on their arms
"Clean your dress, Everly, you're not supposed to be dirty" her mother said
I watched in bemusement as she huffed and puffed and swatted her hand
I took a larger plunge and sat above the clouds
I glanced at my creators as they bowed
Forevermore
Forevermore
Tearing it down or ripping it apart
It will forevermore stay hidden nevertheless scarred
Kept safe and tucked in the heart of a man
When he took a ticket to fly to Neverland
Prayed and vowed and paid the price of freedom
He never looked back on what he's abandoned
But forevermore
Forevermore
He won't be forgotten
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Boombox
Poetry❝One person's craziness is another person's reality.❞ A collection of stories and poems. ❧ poetry #174 ❧ short story #377 ❧ 9th of july