And as the last threads of the day
stream from my grasping hands and fray
across an eve of hopeless sighs
that withers and then crudely dies;
I'm filled with quiet resentment
that precursors my soft descent
into a worthless rage and then
I breathe my madness once again.
Some eyes have seen and some have not
horrors conveyed and horrors caught
and intertwined within my soul,
No diamond from this worthless coal,
will ever be forged bright or true
or laid to rest or e'er subdue
the paths within my fractured mind
I long to lose; I long to find.
I cannot tell this story straight;
this anger, fear; this love and hate,
that trickles through my shattered veins,
like summer fogs and winter rains,
makes mockery of their advice;
enrages me, to be precise,
that I ask how they'd look to me
as part of war's sad tragedy.
Comments
I absolutely love the rhyme
I absolutely love the rhyme in this one, sir. It is so amazing I've read it more than once, and I may do a recording of it too.
I understood the message you left at the end. This is a wonderful little masterpiece.
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Jonathan
Bloody hell, there is something so different about your writing of late I have to comment on it, its like your channeling another part of you I haven't seen before, I am totally amazed there aren't more comments on this
I will gush and say this has to be one of your best poems, I LOVED it...
its a Great poem hun...but I promise to return tomorrow night and see if I cant make a suggestion or two, no promises though, its one of those poems I would be loath to change.
the whole poems a stand out but this is my favourite part
And as the last threads of the day
stream from my grasping hands and fray
across an eve of hopeless sighs
that withers and then crudely dies;
I'm filled with quiet resentment
that precursors my soft descent
into a worthless rage and then
I breathe my madness once again.
I have line envy...
love JC x
Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind comments.