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I See Her
Her tears ask for a reply
To a question unknown
Her world is in a bottle
Her travels, all alone
Her love requires nothing
Her strength, so much more.
Inside of her is emptiness
Just the same as before
Her torment, so painful
To those she leaves behind
What will offer comfort
To her world so unkind?
To a question unknown
Her world is in a bottle
Her travels, all alone
Her love requires nothing
Her strength, so much more.
Inside of her is emptiness
Just the same as before
Her torment, so painful
To those she leaves behind
What will offer comfort
To her world so unkind?
Published 4th Mar 2017
| Edited 11th Mar 2017
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21st Jan 2018 4:33pm
killer write mel44
well penned,and provoking
it instantly inspired me to write,and this is what came out.
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Tears questioning
on the inked tip
of a falcons feather quill
in a clear glass bottle
corked
emptied of it's brown rum
we were tiny built ships
with a three tired mast
crows nest
we spotted hazards before we were hung out to dry
reeking of determination
solitude
chains in this sinking cell
only let you wonder so far from these concrete walls
a hand emerging from the leading light
not religions requiem
not god granting prayers
lifts us upon tired black wings
so familiar
yet the only one here is ourselves
a single mirror of what we use to be
well penned,and provoking
it instantly inspired me to write,and this is what came out.
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Tears questioning
on the inked tip
of a falcons feather quill
in a clear glass bottle
corked
emptied of it's brown rum
we were tiny built ships
with a three tired mast
crows nest
we spotted hazards before we were hung out to dry
reeking of determination
solitude
chains in this sinking cell
only let you wonder so far from these concrete walls
a hand emerging from the leading light
not religions requiem
not god granting prayers
lifts us upon tired black wings
so familiar
yet the only one here is ourselves
a single mirror of what we use to be
21st Jan 2018 4:46pm
Samael,
Wow! Truly brilliant. Have you posted this? You must. It is a huge compliment that what I wrote inspired this fantastic piece. Thank you for sharing it with me. Much love my friend.
Mel xx
Wow! Truly brilliant. Have you posted this? You must. It is a huge compliment that what I wrote inspired this fantastic piece. Thank you for sharing it with me. Much love my friend.
Mel xx
I posted it on my personal blog
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/hope-is-what-it-meant-for-me/
if its ok with you i'll post it on here in the underground.(after my 2 poem time restraint lol)
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/hope-is-what-it-meant-for-me/
if its ok with you i'll post it on here in the underground.(after my 2 poem time restraint lol)
21st Jan 2018 5:21pm
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