The Rehab

The Rehab

A Poem by apocalypse
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"This one's the last in that series..a little off-key from the other two..But was supposed to be a part of the same line up"

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Roaming about
No destination to reach
Scrounging about in trash
Loooking for that jigsaw piece

All i want back is silence
To shut down all the voices
Beyond any reason..Beyond any though
I just want it simple again

The melancholy doesn't have my consent
Why does it persist
The introspection...The speculation
should all end

I pray for voids
Voids that i can fill
With new pieces...Pieces that fit

 I wish the futile rants
The "reason" for all feelings
The analysis
The tears..unreal..unnecessary
..would all just vansih

I want to do it
Myself...On my own

I want to believe that I can

I want the "forever there" grin back
The one that lit up eachday
Defied all logic
Won against all disappointment

I will have it back...
I am going to try
I don't need a friend for help
But I want a friend when I'm done

I'll come out of this
'Coz there isn't much resistance
It's just another arguement
Against a facade forced into existence

I'll have sunshine again
The clouds will no longer scare me
The rain will once more
Be that happy tinkle I'll dance to

The loss of my angel
Will not be abused
It's presence will be felt
It's miracles will be witnessed

My God will speak
All reason will fail
Magic will happen
Once again... As I return

My true niche will be returned to
It's atmosphere revived
My place and that grin
Will work in unison... And weave the same dream

The air will be sweet again
A breathe in won't choke
Life will be loved
And the people in it too

The shower will hear me again
The forgotten notes will revisit
The lost voice will rise
And it's spirit will echo throughout

My soul won't wander
It's been touched by love
Happiness won't be a hard virtue
It will happen ..and won't fade out

The love will still be there
My people, my family, my friends
Don't doubt the change
It's just a revival ...Of an era long lost
An era that'll stay

The purity of that linear randomness
will fall back into place
My prayers will be heard
No hate
Will find it's way through

The randomn drama
The crazy times
The lame dances
The screeching songs

All will return...
To bring back together
The broken pieces

No scars will persist
No knots undone
The fog will clear
The mist will retreat

A lesson will be learnt
A person restored
The perennial optimism
Will not be mocked

That smile's coming back
To life ..And it's true existence
The bliss will touch my soul
No grim will triumph !

© 2009 apocalypse


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Added on December 17, 2009

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apocalypse
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jammu, India



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Haven't exactly figured out the "What i am" aspect of me. Self-introspection doesn't happen to be one my best talents. I am intrigued by the morose nuances of life, but that doesn't make me any less.. more..

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A Poem by apocalypse