It is true that I am weary
Tomorrow just more pain
The sunshine doesnt touch me,
Nor did the falling rain.
Homeless in my heart
My soul rejects the day
The paler moonlight scorns me
Another night to slay.
For your hours are not my hours.
They weep and stretch to dawn.
The barbed wire of my soul
Heart broken and so cold.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: July 28th, 2023 04:45
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Comments4
This is stunning. Your rhyme so natural and I truly felt every bit of emotion. Kudos
thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you like some of my other work
yes, if we were all as brave
and admitted our shadow thoughts
we all relate
get's harder with each passing day
to sip from that positivity cup
of salty tears..
laud your sincerity, thanks for sharing
luckily bleak is not a colour
adorning our skies
just passing greys and brooding wrathful heatwaves
then back to blue comforts and puffy clouds
of rarely gifted levity...
Indeed lifes ups and downs, a rocky road
The sunshine and rain can’t touch you. Must be Hammertime.
Nice write
Good read
The sunshine and rain can’t touch you. Must be Hammertime.
Nice write
Good read
for the kind words I thank you
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