I say goodbye
To dying moments
As twilight flickers
By the way
In the emptiness
Of sorrow
A quiet drifting
To allay.
The anxious thoughts
Of closer tomorrow
Hours hands
Strike staring clock
A solemn face
Upon the mantle
Naked memories
Stare back.
Earlier attempts
To lift the spirit
Fell into
A darkened hole
Filled with depression
Sweet negativity
To periscope
My soul.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
It is that last line that leaves me wondering to periscope a soul. It is that questioning that lingers on the mind and keeps the poem alive. Well done
thanking you always appreciated friend
You are most welcome
A sure fave. Most enjoyed🙏🕊️
very kind, thanking you, always much appreciated friend
Norman, this really moved me. There is a profound weariness throughout, as though the speaker has exhausted every available escape and is left confronting himself. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most kind, always thankful and appreciative of read my friend
Good write N.
You waited by the way of the bus route, but no bus! lol.
almost suicidal, still no bus lol
Very emotive words Norman, I hope all is well.
Andy
yes fine, thanks for read my friend always much appreciated
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