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HERE
Here the truth is rarely seen,
but for the spaces in between.
Here where thoughts are dark and mean,
steel and concrete never clean.
Here amidst the king and royal,
with the snakes that writhe and coil.
Here where blood and temper boil,
and beneath the feet is never soil.
Here I wait with few friends found,
themselves and I with bodies bound.
Here where time ticks slowly round,
and grown men flinch at every sound.
Don't come here.
but for the spaces in between.
Here where thoughts are dark and mean,
steel and concrete never clean.
Here amidst the king and royal,
with the snakes that writhe and coil.
Here where blood and temper boil,
and beneath the feet is never soil.
Here I wait with few friends found,
themselves and I with bodies bound.
Here where time ticks slowly round,
and grown men flinch at every sound.
Don't come here.
Published 20th Jun 2011
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16th Feb 2012 9:19am
I really enjoyed that, keep it up. I havn't seen a straight forward rhyme scheme like this in ages.
8th Mar 2012 8:08pm
21st Oct 2015 7:48am
"Here where thoughts are dark and mean,
steel and concrete never clean. "
This line makes me want to jump into the dark and be mean constituting the unclean.
Great poem!
steel and concrete never clean. "
This line makes me want to jump into the dark and be mean constituting the unclean.
Great poem!
21st Oct 2015 7:52am
