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.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2020 06:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
A very mindful write. Loneliness can take us to the most interesting of places, onesuch you describe here with haunting tone.
The force of lonely poison creeps through each line of this sad lament -- first rate writing Seren.
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.
Andy
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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