Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Tears fall like Franklinite
From my black onyx eyes;
Little specks of hopelessness
Falling en masse to the abyss.
The mines run deep,
Their shafts are filled
With murky, deadly waters
Rising with the rain.
The tonnage of my eyes
Is crushing my soul
Like a gem smashed beneath
A pickaxe and an anvil.
My vision is dimmed, dazed
By the gloom of my eyes.
I am trapped in the tunnels
Of this melancholic mine.
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Hope you can find the way through the tunnel soon if this is a personal experience for you at this time 🙂
Thank you. This is an older poem that I sat down to revise last night. So thankfully, I am currently clear of this mine shaft, though I certainly know the location of its entrance! Staying clear. Thanks for reading, engaging, and caring! ❤️
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