When silent scream echos through the pathways in your brain
Blackness endlessly showing what will never get played
Each moment is torture not knowing if it's home or away
Fingertips become numb a need to tighten to get a grip
Forever learning how to loosen up on lifes little trip
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This truly felt good to release the darkness and not keep it in, write ourselves free and keep the positive vibes.... thanks to the worlds poetry tribe
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Comments2
Brilliant!
and thank you! for inspiring
these feeble words, below
as my attempted poetic reply..
(tepid, at our outset
vehement, at our finish line;
this 'little trip of life'
be it consumed
wholehartedly or tentatively
makes no difference
when
that drip of fated second, ticks
its last tock
we but - resume, our eternal visage
of perspectived, blank verse
in that universal existence,
of Poetic blank, canvas
awaiting, that bleak
crimson ink of fate
to drip, flow and consume
once again..)
Boom.. so would so happily sit on a hill and watch the world go by my friend! What a blessing of a reply with not a cloud in the sky lol
Have a wonderful day my friend
Sadly, I like this Dan, very much enjoyed sir .. Glad you didn't keep it all bottled up ... that would have been most unfair .. AGT's Neville
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