When tomorrow
Seemed too faraway
A moment frozen
Words left to say
Tall it stands
The bitter rage
The battered love
A burning page.
Emotion with
A strangle hold
Reflected sorrow
Years untold
That drifted
Upon each wave
A sentence which
Could not be saved.
Each scrap of paper
Like idle lies
Formed tears
In weary eyes
The moment now
Lost to time
A closing curtain
Thought divine.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
This poem could have many interpretations but the first that came to my mind was something written that left a burning impression, whether misinterpreted or whether the message was meant it burned. Nicely written
spot on my friend, thanks and appreciation
Most welcome Norman
Most thoroughly enjoyed my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
thanks my friend. always appreciated
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
I looked at the endless list of poets who ended up committing suicide - because just once they forgot to burn their words and believed them...Let's be careful and keep lying !
thats true my friend, thanks and a much appreciated read
Wow, Norman...this is heavy and deeply reflective. The sense of old pain finally being brought to an end gives the whole piece a real finality. There’s sorrow in it, but also release. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanks and appreciation as always
But the words will aways live on Norman.
Andy
thats true my friend, thanks for read always appreciated
Enjoyed. Thanks for the read.
most welcome, always appreciated
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