The fury has passed
The storm abated
Horizons, so vast
That my mind created
But now - upon a bed in which I never lay,
Rests this life of yesterday;
No longer mine
This world of change
Once, a tempting wine
Now, a taste so strange
All gone - it has flown by so fast
The bright future has become the past;
The riotous spring
The sublime days
Now only bring
My envious gaze
Just think - all my follies and flaws
Gone from my hands, but delivered to yours.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2025 06:12
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Comments4
This poem full of wonderful metaphor and great lines was a welcome read
This a great read with some lovely lines, enjoyed
Awesome write
The poem effortlessly pained a picture of melancholy. I am not sure if my interpretation is right.
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