There's a ringing
It's stinging
It's spinning
Me still
It's endless
But ending
It's stealing
Free will
There's a melody
It's harmony
It's pulling
Away
It's a poem
But a eulogy
It pleads
Do not stay
There's a ringing
It's stinging
It's spinning
Me still
It's unending
But bending
My ears
Feel it's shrill
It's silent
But spoken
A Truth
In disguise
It's calling
I'm falling
Instead
I must rise
There's a ringing
It's stinging
It's spinning
Me still
Like a knife
I sense it
It's edge
Starts to kill
Bleeding me gently
Pure and unfettered
Feeling you is all
I have never regretted
There's a ringing
It's stinging
It's spinning
Me still
Swirling
Whirling
Soft kisses
That kill
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2018 08:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I think its still a work in progress
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Comments2
Fantastic poem and if it's still a work in progress I can't wait to see its conclusion. You have a great talent and I can't wait to read more 😊
Thanks, I think I meant I was not quite happy with it. Maybe it is because the poems inspiration is one that makes me feel uneasy? It is endless and so the poem does not feel like it can end because the ringing does not end.
How can you write an endless poem?
Thanks for reading and commenting.
I think this is complete
It's like the writer is battling
A silent war within
Their subconscious
rising like an insurgent Nephilim
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I need to look that up...
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