A place where
Many sorrows bite
A lonely dawn
An endless night
The quietness in
A moment leaning
The torment in
Deep thought searing.
The idle breeze
That sweeps away
The corners of
Each room that stays
The melancholy in
The passing eyes
Of well known strangers
Lies despised.
Each greeting handshake
A welcoming kiss
That falls sweetly
Upon the lips
Of time itself
In a mixing bowl
The torture of
A broken soul.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
Good write N. I never knew waiting for a bus drove you to this despair - pun intended on 'drove/drive'? lol.
I have nightmares about the no 7 coming and I miss it lol
The rhyme itself is wonderful but its connection with meter and metaphor gets the fave
most kind, thanking you much appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Norman, this carries a steady, lingering weight…from that lonely dawn into something deeper and more internal. The familiar turned distant, the quiet turned heavy…it all builds into that sense of a soul under strain. You held that tone throughout. Well written. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most kind comments, thanking you and always much appreciated
Well written.Your poem explores themes of loneliness, sorrow, and the emotional turmoil associated with human existence. It paints a picture of a desolate emotional landscape where the poet grapples with feelings of isolation and despair.
much appreciated read, thanking you
This is outstanding!!
too kind, thanks for reading much appreciated
Super write Norman.
Andy
Thanking you, always much appreciated
Loneliness well portrayed 👍
many thanks, appreciated
you are welcome..
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