It is so cold here beside the sea, once
a place of clandestine love. The
bastard has died, and very angry I
stand in the shadows of these ivory cliffs
with salt mist swirling around my frailness.
Oh God!
There were good memories, here
near the water, hope came into our new
world. Soon after I grasp for salvation, “He”
the sinful one came and the good “ONE”
vanished.
Nowadays, I stand old and grotesque against
the wind, emotional, filled with sadness. The
insanity is dead… I can trust, thirst for happiness,
his evil spirit gone from me forever. Yet, I am too
old; my future is among the ashes of my yesterdays.
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Wow! The imagery is amazing. Well written. Loved it!
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his evil spirit gone from me forever. Yet, I am too
old; my future is among the ashes of my yesterdays.
Oh heavens no ! You are free now and new horizons lie just beyond the horizon.
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Yesterday has come and gone…but you are still here….learned from memories…live with what you have gained…when there are tomorrows you are never old…
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This poem is very striking. Powerful. Sad but beautiful and I do see some streaks if hope. Lovely work.
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Thank you for following me! I am greatly enjoying the discovery of your poetry, I look forward to reading more.
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