From: Dee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Arimathea
Date: Mon Jun 27 02:50:36 1994

This is a poem about losing oneself.....I named it after a lost city in
Greece (gotta love symbolism).


Arimathea

i am lost in a dark
world where even the
light hides and hurts
when it tries to show
its face.....

The illusion of love is
just a farce, and death
comes for those who even
dare try.....

Travelling slowly, like a
picture that advances frame
by frame, the walls between
reality and fantasy become
more and more thin the further
i go.....

And the only way out is
by punching a hole
through the wall which
becomes a door but is really
a window.....




***NOTE*** all of the poems I post from my book are raw....they are under 
revision...so comments would be helpful.....I just want everyone to 
realise that htese are in no way, shape or form finished...polished....or 
perfect. I need ideas people, so feel free to tell me what you like or do 
not like about the poems I post.

Thanks!

Dee