Twilight kissed
An aching heart
As loneliness
World torn apart
Wrapped cold arms
About days frame
Not to comfort
Just refrain.
From speaking words
No one would hear
A mixture of
Regret and fear
At a future
Head in hands
Below the feet
Shifting sands.
Eyes that stare
Seem to look beyond
Each movement terse
A moving sound
That rattles thought
Like a rusting gate
Fighting to
Stay in place.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Love this write it holds a mood that it sends well to the reader. Well done a fave
most kind, thanks and appreciation as always
You are most welcome
Good write N.
I never knew waiting for that bus caused you so much despair! lol.
i got a ride in a rickshaw instead lol
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