of sentiment untold
to the bridge above the waters of retreat.
what once my own
beyond the greatest knowledge of ideals
where tales of gossip flickered some place else
from a fragile mind of curious intent
to the end of days. gregorious yet dull;
the bitter side of tragedies that bare
my own self-worth of laughters hidden scroll
to the hideaway as sleeps eternal youth
as grey as I with one less thought each day
to while away all hours of a sun
that once dared walk me past half sodden woods
with light enough to pardon me a crawl;
how far away each tale of cities cold?
the whole of all as rests each lesser thing
I am but one beside such living things
that dwell inside each corner of a mind
where nothing but the quietness I own
in differing light more heavier than I;
this is where I am.
this is me;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Tremendous imagery and use of language.
thank you Thomas
Absolutely beautiful, the music adds to the atmosphere of this dear Melvin, actually my new favourite from you. Stunning in emotional imagery loved your ending. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
and I missed you too;
glad to see you are better now.....
friends always x
Awesome!
thank you very much Ellen,
most kind.
Dark' you are the "logos"' in the labyrinth !
and here I will stay...in the darkness;
thank you.
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