Before the anger is finally gone
the promises will all have come undone
till only faltering remains.
Starlight will have lost its glisten
no bride will speak, no child will listen;
what is still to come will likely stay the same.
Before the wiring vows came all unwound,
before catastrophe had made a sound,
and long before his blindness came;
he was a clever weakly smiling man
who understood why the child ran,
but disliked him all the same.
Coat sewn of joy only she could see,
contentment smiling so elusively;
complacency dared.
But the dice fell poorly, Betrayal walked
his friends grew silent, enemies stalked;
the child still stared.
The ball was tossed too fast and low;
he had never started, so could not go,
and his replacement won.
He turned to see if somehow she would look,
but his carelessness had closed that book;
the child was gone
So before the rage can be diminished,
the turn completed, the anger finished;
the pitying first must cease.
This suffering can be controlled,
he is not dead, he is merely old;
the child must be released.
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Dan Williams (
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This is magic sir .. that's the category I think most fitting .. bravo poet .. N
Likely the best I can do, not sure how to follow it. Thank you very much.
Brilliant!! A masterpiece. The rhyme and meter in this pulls me on as time itself. The story itself majestically told in metaphor and splendid words and symbolism. Your word choice is excellent. Loved this write my friend
Powerful work.
Thank you for that.
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