I felt the sound of the water
and her words were there
the water ate my father,
but his words were fair
when the day had left us,
languid and heartbroken
the night bestowed me
a chill as it laughed.
Interrupted by blindness
I sought to find a light
the notion of warmth
caused a torrid of movement
from my torpid corpse
Did I fail to mention
I die each night?
A quest for fire
so that I may see
and leave this cold
far behind me
I soon was to be gifted
a vision of hope
a fire flickered far
on the darkened horizon
run did I, as if fleeing
from myself
so fast I lost you
and everyone else
I did finally find that blaze
but in the clearing
where it burned,
there was naught for me
but smoking shadows
and a heavy haze
if only I had thought
of the those who
followed me
perhaps I would not be choking
on the fumes of calamity
alive in the head
but dead in the heart
I wait for a better son
to rise from where I lay
as dawn begins to paint
sky in comforting art
I love this one… the flow and imagery is intense!
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🙏 thank you!
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Your imagery captures everything that you are feeling inside. The emotions that bring together a form of comfort in the patterns of poetic art and soul.
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Thanks Charlie 🙏
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🙂 You welcome my friend. 🙂
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