The day is a constant groove, berries and wine
from here, this evening, the courage to dare
the courage to picture a life I do not know
Never warm, never stung
this is a listless place, swaying where I stand
this, the lone, solitary window
The soft glow of twilight
my eyes, they swell at the darkness
the moments that are few
Those sparing times of assertion
what of those fickle thoughts?
they do not console me.
Everything, quiet
Everything, estranged
The letters of these books blend
Berries and wine
Sometimes champagne
Sometimes blanc
This is a desolate place
just as the mind that never aspires
that world outside that glass
The day does not start
it does not end
sunset pacifies me, and the sunrise is never mine
The Sun only sees me pale
and I it
as it leaves behind those moments
Those moments
that people live for
safe from the candor
Safe from the hilt of its dagger
and those last goodbyes
All that love that I will never know.
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coracaodacripta (
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Your poem explores themes of isolation, longing, and the fleeting nature of life. It reflects a sense of melancholy and introspection, as the port seems to grapple with its emotional landscape and the disconnect between its inner world and the outside reality.
I think your comment was more poetic than the piece. Thank you
A bleak view of affiliation and the loneliness of solitude. A strong feeling of isolation. Well written
Very much so. I was picturing a character that I used to write with as a kid. I'm glad you liked it, thank you
You are most welcome
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