Echoes resound within echoes
My tattered empire has fallen
And the pretentious have fled
Even all sentient dust- settled
As time obtusely ticks waywardly
My breath still lives, in winds
Like whispers of love fleeting
That breezes through now and then
These skeletal remains, of all I was
That infamous caged source of my love
Was beating a rhythmic flame of desire
Before- she ripped it out all its colors
Her cold words acted like evil hands
And despair clouded in as an overcast
Adorned with ghostly images of her
Pernicious has stolen hopes throne
My frayed faith resting on the ground
Within the massive footprint…she’s left
Poet of the Light © 2019
That was chilling.
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Some words can be chilling to the core. Thank you.
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Yes they can.
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Lovely poem
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The only way to write, from your heart. Very nice.
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One should never carry hopes, at times. Found it awesome
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Yes, I agree. It is most dangerous to carry hope at times in these days, yet some of us have hearts that simply remain rebellious. 😉
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Fighters are born from such battles. 😁🙂
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Yes, I have to agree. Heart filled warriors are forged out of a vortex of fiery ashes stemming from the tragic burnt loves and bridges being left behind.
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Yes, agreed 🙂👍
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