I’ve supped the sham of life-long lies;
I’ve fed on fear ‘neath savage skies;
I’ve worn the shackle and the chain;
I’ve lived unloved and dreamed in vain.
I’ve borne the siren’s bitter blast;
I’ve been seduced by spell she cast;
I’ve nursed her noose around my neck;
I’ve crumbled like colossal wreck.
I’ve stood the sickness of her gaze;
I’ve lived in hope of better days;
I’ve died a thousand times a day;
I’ve suffered since you went away.
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 26th, 2021 05:16
- Comment from author about the poem: the wilderness years
- Category: Love
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Comments7
Oohhh, OK, I'll come back! heehee.
My kind of poetry, with totally comprehensible feelings which have been there for me, although the ending was different.
thanks, DD
Very emotive write Kevin.
Andy
thanks Andy
Cooeee! I've come back now! (Do shut up Orchi. lol).
So glad, O. So glad you came back!
I like it a lot.
Great rhyme and cool metaphors and imagery.
Thanks, dude, appreciate your feedback.
beautifully worded - yet again, a great read dear poet
Thanks, LB. just an echo of how I once felt.
Cooeee! I was hiding in the cupboard. I never really went away at all. I hang around like a bad....smell? Or penny?! lol.
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