the charade swoons ever on,
moulted remnants of dulled pain,
lie scattered across the blank page,
as slowly approaching dawn,
offers a glimpse,
a fleeting mirage,
of a fragrant new morn …
Tag Archive: Hopeless
You and I.
You.
Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,
soothing,
alluring,
soaked in truth.
Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,
gentle,
tender,
enveloping my being.
Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,
unsaid,
yet fierce,
bathed in silent knowing.
Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.
I.
I squandered your generosity of spirit.
I vainly discarded your priceless poetry.
Now I stand,
alone,
empty,
desolate,
wasting away,
rotting inside, day by day.
The Sieve of Time
Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,
whirling through the passing years,
clinging to futile scribbles set in rhyme,
Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,
clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.
Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,
trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.
Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,
my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised and covered in grime,
I stagger ashore, alone,
embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
😉 Illegitimi non carborundum 🙂
Staggering, my vision cloudy,
I fall to the hard ground.
when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,
and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.
…
I see myself slipping,
down the abyss to where nothingness exists,
still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,
for my will to stay persists.
…
I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,
my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.
…
It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,
I summon the strength from deep within,
I rise, slowly, to face the day,
I refuse to sink,
to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,
to drown,
for I am stronger now,
indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,
I stand, bruised and bloody,
still,
I stand,
I refuse, to sink, to drown,
for they can try, to punish me some more,
but I shall not allow them to grind me down… 😉
…
No crackling sounds,
or smouldering embers,
not even a hint of a wisp of smoke,
no heat felt at all.
Still, a fire rages,
scorching through the canyons of my memory,
in sweltering waves of loss,
without a whimper, or a thundering roar.
Yet,
I stand alone, seemingly unscathed,
but,
burnt to my very core.
…
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