Child of my illusions,
carry love in your arms.
Daylight disguises my seclusion.
Friends around me
hear me crawling.
They’ve know my losses
and if not dullards, witnessed my pleasures;
seen rocks falling
in on my fortress.
It is only a matter of time;
the walls will crumble,
the verse will stumble
under the fusillade.
Still, the only thing that can kill me now
is me,
and I have been here before.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Most of my stuff is grim but this represents the worst period in a life full of contenders.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
This certainly has more than its fair share of ouch factor sir ..
Loved the first two lines and the last the most. They convey a distant and mystical feeling to this poem. Very nice.
Beautifully written and very sad 🌹
You "have been here before", but you're still writing, good write, good for you!
it is always the losses that teach us the best lessons - may everything improve from now on though
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