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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Comments1
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
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