Every chime prolongs my grief
Stolen time by a lying thief
I celebrate my past years
Thrown away like souvenirs
Placed around my neck a noose
I don’t bound but I spring loose
From the tower, out the cage
A coward
Waiting for a golden age
Deep blue bellflower
I fell from the bell tower
Lasting silence
Sounds that revile us
My conscience could float
Above the crowd of my emotions
It opens the road
That pulls me into deep wild oceans
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Author:
Emmet Riverwood (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: written on 16th of March 2025
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Comments1
A most interesting and compelling rhyme scheme in this poem. Lovely
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