Open Poetry #34 |
Thou art vast amongst thoughts! |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Thou art vast amongst thoughts! Like, memories within an storm, only saving what is not meant to be- You clinging, To parts eyes don't see Should a mirror reflect these; Yet it has no emotion but what is fed, with a glance, or with a stare, Or in any attempt to see whats there? All i see or seem to Is but the image of age growing with age. Out of love, Death feels closer, Watching not myself, But others going older- Turning wrinkled! yet how pretty Their mind seems with knowledge, Whilst i weep only for the lose of you- Not in death but out of my favor Oh god! how i long to fill the missing piece. Shall i fall into my own grave, Beneath the ground thou stepped upon- In splenor talk, Socially aware, i longed to speak minds with another none of which seemed a crime then, Yet there you were, By day or night- The warmth, The sun, My light, And now shadowed in gloomed darkness i bite my fears and move on. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Red Stone The underflow in your words I can follow. You have the meaning and feeling but if I can use the comparison, it is like a boat on a sea but you can find yourself looking more at the boat than the view seen. Dave |
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