Lonley

RSM0812

Life was so grand,

Now without passion.

Alone here I stand,

Without any fashion.

Naked like kings,

From a child’s book.

I sit and sing,

Every word fuck.

Each day apart,

Feels like one.

Neither end or start,

Has any fun.

Give it back to me,

When I would awake,

On all 7 seas,

A journey I’d take.

Where I would go,

Was up to the wind.

As it would blow,

I’d follow in kind.

And wrap with the leaves,

A circle on sand,

Until the soft breeze,

I could hold in my hand.

This is when things,

Were better then great.

I’d fly with two wings,

And swallow my fate.

Now I sit and sing,

The same old thing.

A song broken, and lonely.

Loosing its beat slowly.

If I should die,

Like a gale in storm.

Tell me a lie,

Like a rose to its thorn.

And water my roots,

Dealing all the cards suits.

To play out my hand,

Wherever I stand.

So I could not take,

Love for granted,

And give up the hate,

Wherever I’ve landed.

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2025 09:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Letting go of what is not good for you. Such a nice theme

    • RSM0812

      Thank you for your comments.

    • Poetic Licence

      A nicely crafted write with some neat lines, and a message we should follow more often than we do, just let of everything that is not good, enjoyed the read

      • RSM0812

        Thank you for reading. 🙂

        • Poetic Licence

          You are very welcome



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