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Poem: The 59

Updated on August 21, 2011

I wrote this poem while reflecting how I felt trapped in time; trapped within the second if you will. The instant before the 12. The last tick on the hour. The 59.

The 59

In the crisp darkness of twelve
I catch tears from a saddened moon
A sound felt
Stroking me as I sink
Falling faster into the shadows
A breath halted as time stops at the 59,
Wandering through time
The road blurs from memories passing before wishful eyes
Riding towards anew
The spiral pulls
As the road shifts toward the beginning
Progress lost
Forgotten in a sigh
As I am trapped
Still ladened within the 59

Chained before the emperor
Tears wept, lost in vain
The coliseum cheers for death
Hungry for a bloodbath
Strewn far and wide,
Hands fall as I see eyes in the sickle
Dreams stolen
The true wrong
The true crime,
As here a bliss is lost in the moment
Shackled before darkness
As the quill remains still
The next chapter unwritten
As the hand moves not at
The 59


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    • magic8ball profile image

      magic8ball 8 years ago from Beaverton, OR

      Thank you so much for the comment Lucey! I appreciate it :-)

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      Lucey Knight 8 years ago from North Richland Hills, Texas

      Great poem....I like it alot.

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      magic8ball 8 years ago from Beaverton, OR

      Thanks a lot!!! I appreciate the comments. I have learned over the years that my style is more geared at imagery. Not necessarily big words, or a specific rhythmic pattern. I still no idea what category I fall into, but then again, I pride myself on being unique. :-)

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      Benji Mester 8 years ago from San Diego, California

      I like it a lot. Felt like I was right there with you. I like how you wove strands of antiquated events like the coliseum into a poem about time. Adds a nice effect.