In darkness
find me.
In shadows
exploring this
haunted tapestry
of memory.
Where places
I longed to try
met faces,
without goodbyes,
the lipstick
of my mind.
And early
morning tears
water flowers
over clouds,
which reign,
above this life.
As here I play
to rest fights
which never ended.
Again and again.
Save to move
this pen.
Leaving,
before your eyes,
this bleeding
segment of 'me'.
For morning
to light.....
.........dear reader
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Let this beautiful piece of music wash over you before reading.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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Comments4
Dear writer
Your words
Will dispel
The sadness
That Pervades
Your darkness
From shadows
Into light.
I'm unsure about how this piece will go down tbh. Did u think it was depressing... wasn't meant to be.
A feast of a read
Hmm is that good or bad. Do you think this is too abstract. I find i write a lot in the early hours and this piece is describing what goes on when i do just that....
Good - a great coming together of ideas. Now go get some sleep.😊
thoroughly enjoyed and for some of us, I am quite sure understandable.. You should see inside my head in the early hours... mildly abstract but wholly congruent, just the way I like em…. Stay safe and well.... Neville
Thanks Neville, reassuring to read your comment. It seems i got plenty of readers but few prepared to comment. Scarey LOL.
The music can after but I must say I found a spirit in my while reading that will not sway, it plays the fight for endless days!
Great read my friend!
Thanks Dan, I think this one went way over most readers heads.
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