perchance do you see me
hear me
feel me
my pain proceeds from me
as I reel
is it real
steel the mind
endure throes unkind
steal for more time
from a world so blind
just to find one more path
to write about
in that place between
a familiar scene
at the mercy of everyone
everything
my tragedies unfold when
surrounded by foes that
hinder all the roles i've
tried to solely be
and when death's the final goal
that your battles do arrive at
what is it to survive that
might help the blind to see
why do none now know
that i pen these anguished lows
these painful waves and flows
to give me some relief
for life's become a thief
it times my ticking grief
lends a story brief and cold
it's what i bought
so long ago
from one who sold
a youthful dream of gold
and eternity
i see the tendrils snake
to clouds above
gray
smoke from fires that take
everything that was
great
stable
whole
but age still reaps
a collapsing toll
when ashes blow
and blow
and blow
to lands we do not know
nothing past in tow
just hollow whisps of cold
ever so cold
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2026 19:40
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Comments2
A metaphor is played out in this poem, nicely written.
Thank you again!!
You are most welcome
I like the avoidance of a strong structure, it's different to what u usually do
Between you and Mr. Gill, y'all have had a heavy influence on what I try to do. There's a certain freedom in the way both of you write. I too have been inspired to keep writing. Thank you!
I doubt I'm that big of an inspiration, you have wayyy more experience than me, it's been less than a year for me. For u it's been many years.
Sir Ren Eryn Gill is great inspiration tho obviously
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