The Dying Light

brookelynn

 

Listen to these words I came this far to say,

 

I am always a bitter breeze of forgotten things,

A mystery in the wake of silence.

A talent of jaded memories to be replaced by something simple.

I am distant in the rise of dawn,

A player in a wondrous game of fields and forests

 

I am quick to run,

A stream of calm waters flowing throughout the ways.

A theme of trying justice without the will to impart

 

A quarter of rigid ground to hard to bare anything

Too wide to know why.

Too simple to care.

 

Thus remaining a bitter breeze of forgotten things

  • Author: Brooke Noble (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2018 05:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME BROOKE ~ Thank you for your first POEM ~ very elegantly written with an enigmatic message ! I love your analogy of the BITTER BREEZE ! Forgotten things do come back to haunt us. Im 35 so I can empathise. Thanks for caring & sharing !
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    • brookelynn

      thanks for your comment, i will check those out right away, again I appreciate the feedback and for the warm welcome.

    • sylviasearcher

      I really enjoyed this piece... With words like that inside you can never be a bitter breeze of forgotten things.

      • brookelynn

        thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for the comment, makes me feel good, I appreciate the feedback.



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