There is silence
There is an illusion
There is the sweet sweet melody of a midsummer delusion
A broken treasure hidden away in seclusion
To what end will this infusion bring
As we are left too exhausted to bring ourselves to the finale’s door
Hearts and souls scattered on the floor. Not abandoned or forgotten merely laid to rest in the wake of a melancholy disgrace.
There is silence
It is deafening and profound
Like that of the icy hail bellowing from darkening clouds
Scream aloud yet nobody hears
For all will fall on deaf ears frozen in the winter winds of fear.
There is silence
The only hope of salvation in an unlikely alliance
Yet no strength or will remain for such defiance
There is a silence
Forever and true
Remaining for an eternity
Till resolves fail and render us helpless as the silence beckons us away to set sail on a voyage to surrendering all to the arms of liberty, a tranquil land of calming serenity until there is silence.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Your poetry is amazing. Real life and true.
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome.
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beautiful words….
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Thank you!
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