here
in the arms of a stranger
a lingering silence
of quiet desperation
hangs in the air
like a paper moon
casting it's shadow
upon fog of disillusion
where the only clarity
is the need for escape
- Author: dusk arising ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2022 00:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
Comments6
Interesting words dusk 🙂 nice writing
Thank you.
Fine emotive words d a.
Andy
Ah you got there before I added the music... 'pools' by steps ahead.
you got me babe 🙂 this is so bloomin cool you old scribe ... N
There's times whilst someone has a petite mort, your heart says flee.
Oh to be accosted by a stranger - never happened to me but if he was a man I would feel the same way. - great words dusk.
LOL this aint about being accosted. More to do with regretting a loving encounter.
Oh what avid dejection this verse brings out when deceit becomes clear enough to want escape - such a telling verse Dusky..
The heart being full of a recent loss will not rest easy in the arms of a stranger.
So evocative. It had me casting my mind back decades.
A colourful life eh LOL. Life is for living after all. Better to have made mistakes and learned from them rather than to just read of someone elses mistakes.
lol
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