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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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
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