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The Song Unsung
And so we reminisce those childhood days
Where we played our games and had our ways
Older we cried, now no longer a dream,
It was a far off reality or so it seemed.
To touch that light, we knew as stars,
Unexpected was the burn of our scars.
And now it's no longer older we yearn
But dead and gone, to rid the burn.
To be rid of that haunting thought
A peace and quiet is what we sought
As time goes by lower and lower they fall
Until no longer can anyone else hear the call.
That joyful tune so once beautifully sung
Only to be returned by teenage bodies hung,
The reddened liquid falling to the floor;
The silent swinging of that wooden door.
A lethal hate that runs so deep
Those hidden scars and pains they keep
What was really needed? A true friend kind?
That hateful word; a fatal find.
And so we reminisce those childhood days
Where we played our games and had our ways
This is the close, but not the end
Goodbye my love, my dearest friend.
We are
driven by the essential force of love. It is not at all accidental that music and muse are the same and grow from the same root. There by, song is associated with the all the phases of life and that is why this poem lives! When the poet unleaches her poetic accouterments and dazzles her audience with a sence of sensibilities, indeed we experience the edge of a place of past happiness and future apprehension. The poet invents herself, in short, quelling her own impulses; shielding herself from her own insights.
I encourage you to follow your muse where it will lead you...
great work of art here...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Great Poem
Its a great poem! and your a good poet! Keep posting
Good first poem!
I wish I had written as well as you do when I was your age!
Starward
Thank you very much :D That
Thank you very much :D That means alot!! and I'm very sure you're writing is and was amazing!! :D