a single lonely Sparrow cries .
He will never be back
from infinity.
Apprenticeshipped in the
Guild Of disaster .
He slid through the mist
and into the darkness .
The intensity of dreams
the banditry Of ideals .
The nut house factory of
covert conclusions.
Fragments of wisdom .
Music lost in a time continuum.
It should have been his
time to judge the fury of
the wildflowers in a storm .
Unnerved by silence
I watched from a house
without words .
An innocent , cruelly
struck by fate .
He was a friend of Dorothys
and a friend of mine .
He will never see the Rainbow
from the inside out .
A sensitive man
draws eire .
He was where the the butterflies
and the Angels came
to be born .
He lived from the
inside out .
Comfort in remorse .
Torment in conscience .
Regret in waves of
aching emotions .
I cry for atonement
and a salve for my soul .
That mysterious light that
came from him
also came from me
and from everyone
and everything ,
but I just couldn’t
see inside out .
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For Dale and Steven over the Rainbow
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments4
A sad write and a beauty of a painting - both great pieces
Beautiful emotive write.
Such a great artwork as well.
Love the painting, that view through broken sheetrock.
The poem is haunting me. There are days where I don't seem to be able to see 'inside out' either. Beautifully written, WL!
From a broken heart, I saw dead branches and beautiful blooms.
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