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Living his Poems

He never knew he was lonely
until at the pub he saw
the most beautiful pair of eyes
looking at him from across the room
soft lights of pity and compassion
and he hunched over at the bar
clutching his beer mug to his face

He felt the years of loneliness hover
around him like taunting harpies
the muses that he unknowingly
caught in his many meaningless poems
scratched on old notebooks
each one living a whisper of old memories
old stories told and retold in musty pages

O but how the words flowed from his pen
tracing the dirge of muses in agony of needs
all beautifully woven in colourful tapestry
each lines of clever words bleeding
with creativity.. how awed he was
how he had glowed at his creation

his words flowed unto the pages
purging his brilliant mind of desires
only the eyes saw him for himself
a man alone squeezed off words
articulation sacrificed to silence
turned into rages, screams on pages

he is alone still
but now he knew
how much hed missed
and wished he could for a minute
drown in the compassion
shown in the eyes of a stranger.
Grace
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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