"Endless Reverie"
Endless revolutions mark time,
Its second hand, indifferent and cold,
Watches pain that lingers, put on hold,
A bruising etched by ruthless chime.
Pulsing echoes of silent cries,
Darkness creeps, a mile so long,
In twilight's gentle, fading song,
Are crushed beneath their sorrowed sighs.
Despondent smiles that drown the day,
Waves of sails, rail affection's ghost,
Innocence here, a longing toast,
To happier times that slipped away.
Yet in this endless reverie,
We seek a light, a gentle breeze,
To lift the heart, put pain at ease,
And find in time, our sanctuary.
Its second hand, indifferent and cold,
Watches pain that lingers, put on hold,
A bruising etched by ruthless chime.
Pulsing echoes of silent cries,
Darkness creeps, a mile so long,
In twilight's gentle, fading song,
Are crushed beneath their sorrowed sighs.
Despondent smiles that drown the day,
Waves of sails, rail affection's ghost,
Innocence here, a longing toast,
To happier times that slipped away.
Yet in this endless reverie,
We seek a light, a gentle breeze,
To lift the heart, put pain at ease,
And find in time, our sanctuary.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
most melodic
Thank you my friend ππ»ποΈ
most welcome, enjoyed
Time like every other force we fight against but with less success. I love your rhyme scheme in this poem Cryptic it compartmentalizes but like time keeps running within. A fave my friend.
Glad to hear, Soren. It felt right to use that rhyme scheme. Appreciate that validation. Thanks my friend ππ»ποΈ
My pleasure
Vivid and sharp.
Good to hear , my friendππ»ποΈ
Time and Tide like the Bus you hurry too : Waits for no Man.
A good Write.
The number of times the Bus made like Time is too painful to recollect!
Good write A.
arqios, this one feels to me like being trapped in a memory loop you know is hurting you but still canβt quite leave. That ache came through hard and is very relatable, my friend. Well done. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
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