NEVER THE SAME

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

A sadness
Not healed by time
Nor dulled with
Each glass of wine
An endless road
A wailing pain
Nothing can ever
Be the same.

Each deadend town
Or city lights
Can erase
Or again excite
This soulful sorrow
A solitary drum
That beats in rhyme
A scorching sun.

Broken dreams
In pieces lay
Weeping angels
Kneel to pray
Mortality set
In steps of stone
My heart it beats
Without a home.

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  • Lorenz

    This strangely echoes the thoughts I just jotted in my notebook . Perhaps halloween mood ?

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      I am not sure to be honest, I wrote is so quick I had to read it to see what I had written

    • sorenbarrett

      It is most sad when though the body has a home the heart does not. A homeless heart receives no alms on the street corner. Well written



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