We met when we were young
New to loss and pain
We stole away in poetry
Our tears - eternal ink
Gravestones kept our fears at bay
So we hid our truths
Under the soil - left to toil
With earthworms and wild roots
Our keen eyes swept the skies
For ravens - our signal
For our demise
Our remorse called out in the night
It's sound traveled across the land
It's echo pulled at our minds
Like a weeping child
We bowed our heads due to sweet agony
Which claimed our shoulders
To rest its claws upon
And grapple with our flesh
To tear it open and let the blood spill out
And dampen our clothing
With its red colour
That tasted of decay and weakness
It steals our eyes
And clutches them it its sharpened talons
Saved by bitter regret and blindness
We soldier on with feet worn rough
With perseverance we persist
And onward we pursue.
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Author:
Bombus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2021 13:44
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments4
Absolutely .... Its meaningful .. It grips you ! ...
Welcome to MPS, Bombus!
Wonderful choice of words, vivid imagination, well done.
We must always move on in our life not matter what trials are put in our way.
Welcome to MPS.
well judged in tone and detail (those included and not),
while maintaining a wonderfully poetic 'feel',
thanks for sharing
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