A broken man swept away with a family broom
A statue of gloom sits all day in memory's dusty room
Cobwebs gather on a rusty clock that only runs backwards
Thoughts that he'd rather were rocks, put in his exact words
Here night comes too soon and the sun never raises
On the dark side of the moon at blackness he gazes
Eclipsed shadows flow as spilt ink on paper
A stagnant mind nothing but vapor
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I see time, regret and remorse. Only you can write with such talent dear sorrenbarret kudos my dear friend. 🌹
You are too kind my friend. Your read and generous words are most cherished.
another fine write friend
Thanks so much Norman
most welcome, enjoyed read
Soren, this really hit me hard. The atmosphere is heavy from the very first line...it feels like someone trying to survive beneath the weight of memory itself. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much my friend for the review and as always your words are cherished and most valued.
A touchful writing well crafted by you
Thank you so much for the read and comment Isa
A fine write SB.
Thanks a lot Orchi it is appreciated
You use fresh, original imagery to transform familiar emotions into vivid, memorable scenes.
Thank you Soheil your words of encouragement are most appreciated
You are welcome. It is always a pleasure to read your poem.
Death has torn this man apart.
A broken heart followed by a restless mind.
I suppose death does that, leaves you blank.
Thanks so much Paul I do appreciate your words of understanding
Very nicely done.
Thank you so much for your read and tor your kind words of encouragement
The family broom ...that expression terrifies me !
Thanks for the read my friend it is appreciated. And well it should
Another diamond in your collection of gems. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
I thank you most humbly for your most generous comment it is very important to me and most appreciated
Nicely written
Thank you very much Friendship your read is most appreciated
The extended metaphorisation is excellently wielded. 🙏🕊️
Thanks my friend for the review and comment. Yes I tend to use metaphor quite a bit.
A Clock running backwards would suggest to me of Something in the Past that was traumatic.
A grim Atmosphere running through this .
Like it.
Thanks so much Kevin for the read and interpretation yes there is that part to it.
My Pleasure.
Poignant verse - touches the heart 🤔
Thank you Nafisa for your review and most kind words of support they are appreciated
My pleasure to read and comment on your work 💐
Most kind of you
Is that about me? You? Or some random soul it doesn't even matter each line was gold. Thank you with all of my heart and soul! Keep up the write and mind as you go!
You are very kind Dan and your words mean a great deal and are most appreciated
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