Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by SinisterKid, Jul 10, 2016.

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  1. SinisterKid

    SinisterKid We either find a way, or make one. SF Supporter

    At last its quiet, I feel at peace,
    I surmised this noise would sometime cease,
    The sound of silence is all that is left,
    This perception, blunt, alone and bereft.
    Talk to me confidant, breach this space,
    Talk with me, speak with thy customary grace,
    Words satiate my vacant thoughts now,
    Thoughts that prey upon furrowed brow,
    Speak I say, reticence deafens me here,
    Converse, speak, whisper unto this ear,
    So far have I come, so long has it taken,
    Oh dont accept this, dont be mistaken,
    No one owns this route, or the path that I walk,
    All we ever did was roam, contemplate, talk,
    Although now words escape me, confuse me,
    Yet I walk, only your shadow I see,
    The air is still, calmed before the storm breaks,
    Still, my heart, for you it aches.

    Have I told you, recently, my memory doth fade,
    Like the sun, hiding, cunningly in shade,
    Clouding my senses, inert beacon of light,
    Obscurity shrouds this cold, desolate night,
    Passions arroused, by my dubious word,
    Thrusting deep, blood stains my sword,
    Lacerates the flesh of your ardor and feeling,
    In realization, my senses are reeling,
    I see only your pain, drowning in sorrow,
    Ransacked, your love will be gone by tomorrow,
    Let those words die now, let me make it humane,
    Words spoken in anger, cloaked us in chains
    Layed to rest, let them drift, let them wane,
    Surcease thy sorrow, surcease thy pain.

    I am alone.
  2. Serein

    Serein SF Supporter

    Sad, yet so beautifully written.
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  3. SinisterKid

    SinisterKid We either find a way, or make one. SF Supporter

    Thank you for your kind words, always appreciate a little feedback.
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