Darkness come to sooth my eyes
Cover me with the night
a warm blanket sheltering me from fear's skies,
cooling passion's burning blight
Buried in the tomb of forgetfulness
Washed in waters of fantasy
Cleansed in the fires of regretful stress
Left clothed so scantily
Dress me with cobwebs spun of hope
A leprous fetus teething
A tourniquet of barbwire, strands of soap
Death breathing
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2024 04:25
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Another outstanding poem, none can escape the hands of Death but your words make it in a strange way exciting.
Buried in the tomb of forgetfulness
Washed in waters of fantasy
Cleansed in the fires of regretful stress
Left clothed so scantily
Love this stanza but your ending is superb too. 🌹
Once again thanks so much Teddy your words brighten the day and serve as encouragement. It is valued and most appreciated.
Can ya put a light on? I can't see a thing in the dark! lol.
Oh Orchi your Hymns always shine with light. Thanks Orchi.
Wonderful words soren but out of that darkness the light will be there for you and for all of us.
Andy
Thank you Andy, the dawn always follows the night. I appreciate the review and the kind words.
your poetry enlightens every darkness..
You are too kind. I thank you so much for your words of encouragement.
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