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TITLE: A Ghost in My Fountain
By
12/31/09
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Please don't give me Bible verse of Jesus refilling an empty cup about replenishing your thirst. i know that it what this poem might sound like at first, but it's really not. though if you want to interpret it that way, you may; however, that was not what i was trying to say when i wrote it.

try to actually think about it for a while.
A Ghost in My Fountain

A shadow that you long left behind:
Taken advantage by the misguidance of a stupid child
That decided it would be her dream
come true to take a walk down your
hollow halls of empty memories.
This foolish child, she saw your cup empty;
and so was hers.
If she could fill yours, then she would fill hers.
With welcoming arms the child let
your mind set free.
You were free with this girl.
But when her cup was over flowing,
she pulled out of your spewing fountain,
and drank from her cup.
Drank and drank until not drop was left.
And when she withdrew from your
provided, nourishing memories,
your captivating, flowing fountain
drained dry.
For the child you loved,
returns to your faucets to refill her empty cup.
But you are barren, and dry,
And have nothing more to give.
Squandering, begging for merely
a drop to quench her thirst.
Yet you have nothing to give,
Even if you tried to, nothingness
remains in the fountain.
For when she withdrew from the fountain,
she withdrew from inside you-and you in her.
You face her, asking for her to
replenish your barren fountain.
as she once had before.
Yet the child has nothing to give to you.
Crawling on her knees, the child leaves,
aimlessly searching for another fountain.
You are long forgotten and seek a new child.
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