In the cathedral of sorrow-
the heart aches,
broken by candlelit memories.
The mind, a prisoner,
trapped in Plato's cave.
Echoes of truth
whisper from the core.
Haunting denial passes
back and forth on the wall.
A shadowy figure plays
an organ of bone,
leaving frost on the ribs.
The bell looks down
but offers no comfort.
No audience remains—
but the dead
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Macabre and dark this poem speaks to finality. Nicely written
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