Words discovered in a dusty brain
now misty echoes of rusty pain
In dark shadows lurks despair
crimson eyes through you stare
A familiar place you've never been
sleeping visions awake within
Broken hours broken sleep
sprouting from time one does not keep
Distant words spoken never said
sounds of dreams and of the dead
You'll hear as clear as you'll ever find
unspoken thoughts from a frozen mind
Broken memories strands unwind
cutting visions that bleed and blind
Beds of shadows in fears workshop built
from metal of ignorance and wood of guilt
Images that dim then glow
visions of places I do not know
Faces and places I hold so dear
now only past traces that become unclear
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Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2024 03:57
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Don't go to sleep come to the 70 disco with me, oh my dear sorrenbarret this one made me shake, you have managed to get into my mind when I have dreams of the dead and then awake. Superbly dark and actually incredibly relatable and beautifully written. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for the read and comment. I love to dance but disco was never a forte. I appreciate your read and most kind words
The Charleston? LoL 🤣
Older than that Viennese Waltz
Oh yes I'm in, but only if we can do the rumba after lol
A beautiful lovely poem. It hits deep my friend. Well done poet.
Thank you so much for the read and the most kind words they are most valued
Awesome poem,
deep, dark and delving. 😱
Love it! 👍
Great rhyme and flow,.
captivating throughout!!
Thanks for sharing my friend!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you so much for the generous words they are most appreciated.
Beautiful Write Soren! flows so well.
Thank you for the support it is appreciated
Just like I like my coffee .. very noir & then some .. Neville
Thanks Neville for the support I like my coffee like I like my women dark and bitter.
Those dreams, Soren….. You’ve just hauled memories back of tormented nights.…. Far too uncomfortable. I feel fortunate that currently my dreams are much more linear and untroubled – But am I (fortunate)?
Don't mind them Dave after a while they become familiar and then unclear. Thanks for the read my friend.
Superb work.
Thank you very much Thomas
Well written work!
Thank you John I appreciate you most kind words
I'm running out of adjectives to describe your work; this is just . . wonderful? Graceful? So sincere? I read it and like it so much before I realized who wrote it, I could easily have predicted it would be you., so consistently eloquent. Bravo.
Thank you Dan you humble me with your words. You are indeed too kind. It is appreciated.
Those things are always there soren but sometime they come back to us when they are not expected.
Andy
Indeed true Gold thank you so much for the review it is deeply appreciated.
I read this three times, it’s solidly written and its quality flows through first line until last. I thought the opening was especially perfect.
Thanks Bobby I appreciate your words of support.
A chilling poem, Soren. Really enjoyed that. Loved the tone and the rhyme. Reminded me of Poe. A fine write.
Thanks this one came from a dream or at least started that way. Thanks so much for the read and most kind and encouraging words.
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