They believed the demon fell wanweird
Assuming it dead they all sighed
But they buried a poet who never died......
Through the cacophonous moans of sorrow
Beneath the earth it patiently waited
For the time to be poetically reinstated......
Erupting from a metaphor less grave
Allowing for the speechless to be as they lie
While I continue to scribe of things that won't die....
To fill empty pages with new tear stains
Renewed, ready for the continued journey
To finally find what it is to complete me..
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Author:
Jynxorcism (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2023 20:33
- Comment from author about the poem: I am curious if I'm still any good after a long dry spell......see if a poet is still in me
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
My God what a poem!!!
All four stanzas were really well written.
Had to read it twice over to get the feel for it. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
Keep it going. Would love to read more of your work!!!
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