The hidden sorrow
That dwells within
Eyes not to cry
But swell to swim
A deepened wound
From world is hidden
Locked inside
A deeper prison.
The heart that beats
Once enveloped
A love of life
Laughed and joked
Yet deeper loss
Now transfixed
A distant look
Lost betwixt.
The deepest sadness
A grieving gown
About your frame
A mourning cloud
That often asks
No answer given
Life is cruel
A darkened prison.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Good write N. I never knew ya was so sad about the bus not turning up! lol.
its got everyone that sad lol
Our own bodies can be a prison that traps the soul and chains the mind. Nicely written
thanks much appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Norman, this carries a steady weight from beginning to end…you move through that hidden grief, the loss of lightness, and into something that feels sealed off and unresolved. It’s restrained, but that restraint is what gives it its power. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
very kind, much appreciated and thanks
Fine words Norman, I have been in that place but you can arise out into happiness again as I have, life can be good as well.
Andy
true words, thanks for reading always much appreciated
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