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by Tony Jul 5, 2017
Sadness, depression /
The words I've scrawled across this page
Have a meaning that haunts me still,
Animating in my mind
After all these years they kill.
And so I pick up the pen again
Though it feels foreign in my hand
And stare once more into the Abyss:
The wreckage of all I've planned
My words tend to disarm and charm
Those who come to read
And in their heartbreak I have planted
From my own ache a tiny seed
Whether its a weed or flower
I will never come to know
I have never had the patience
To stay and watch it grow
I sow these seeds in my lines
Nurtured with feelings I cannot say
And when it comes time for them to bloom
The world can reap whatever it may
I think I prefer it this way
Let my echoes remain unknown
Let them take this how they will
And leave me in my darkness...
This really is a great write with amazing rhyming and flow. Well done, hon, and as always, much love to you.
by Milly Hayward
I'm a sucker for well rhymed poetry especially if it includes good imagery and an emotional tug. This piece encompasses all of these things - excellent x
Thank you Milly, it kind of goes hand in hand with my personality. I love flowing rhyme that makes you nod your head or tap your foot as you read it.
This is fantastic Tony.
Tony, you lovely rhyming man you :)
What a brahma fella, Ben is so right its a funny old game, but beautiful :)
Can't stay away from it : )
by Ben Pickard
Powerful write, Tony. Funny old business this poetry lark, isn't it?
All the best,
by Mark Rawlins
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