So many voices in my head
Telling me who to be
Saying, Don't do that
Don't be this
Don't enjoy that
But I can go away
Hideaway in my sanctuary
And wait for the noise to calm down
Water flowing from my wrists
But I'll sit on the mossy bank
Of the river I've made
Listening to the peace of it all
Soak in the silence
And everything is all right
All is well
You'll find me
On the red stained shore
Of your self-made calamity
But I'll have nothing to say
dramatic
poetry with that "ahhhhhh" moment!
a thought provoking write!
Desparation invocation,
but, I may as well stick around until this show is over.
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank you for the kind words,
Thank you for the kind words, and enjoy the show!
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
The last line carries quite a
The last line carries quite a powerful punch after the preceding lines have built up the emotion. Are you familiar with Robert Aickman's great horror tale, "Pages From A Young Girl's Journal" ? The eponymous narrator ends her tale in a similar fashion, in the same kind of punch. Bravo, your work is excellent.
Starward
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No, I am not yet acquainted with formerly mentioned work, but I have great hopes to be soon. Thank you for the compliments.
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
I will say of Aickman what I
I will say of Aickman what I was told, in 1978, about Wallace Stevens: "He makes you work, but he repays the effort in full."
Starward