I fade like the dying twilight,

The old willow by the murky river

My only silent confidant.

Dry reed husks crunch underfoot,

Scattered like so many broken limbs - 

Hollow rooted femurs 

Protruding from the silted mud.

However could I have felt this?

I'm creaking like rotted timber,

My heart pumping tears

And the poison of loneliness

Through my aching limbs. 


  • dusk arising

    A very mindful write. Loneliness can take us to the most interesting of places, onesuch you describe here with haunting tone.

  • Fay Slimm.

    The force of lonely poison creeps through each line of this sad lament -- first rate writing Seren.

  • Goldfinch60

    Super write, that loneliness may be within you but I am sure your writing helps to cure that loneliness as you lose yourself in your wonderful words.


  • MendedFences27

    I like this poem. The metaphors and similes are creative and relate to one another, trees, reeds, timber, limbs.
    Tears and loneliness are such a sad ending. - Phil A.

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