When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
the wounded crevices of yesterday the caves of solid night
and while the moon slow hesistates the shadows soon invite
a woman bound and tearful, between the sheets of byzentine
Every silent drop of silence is a sorrowful language of mourn
and all her laughter lines of yonder have turned to solid clay
shes lost her spark for life for his tender arms no longer hold
the shivering body of her frame , now thats a crying shame...
And so the magic stars of night begin to shine to no avail
he's turned her inside out and left her shades of gray
the pillows bare and the comforter is wrinkled and unused
she winds us feeling sad, discomfortingly abused...
When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
all the shadows of the night accomplices of fright
and while the moon glides by to hide away her light
she cries, between the sheets, of byzentine ...
Because of the revealing and sensitive content, using 3rd person is effective. At times, it is necessary to put our hearts on the table, while wisely keeping it in a more panoptic context. As Edgar Allen Poe said: "To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary." Enjoyed. Peace… r
BEAUTIFULLY DONE, MYSTIC! ALL ASPECTS OF POETICAL ARTISTRY ARE CLEARLY DISPLAYED HERE. BUT AHHHH, SO SAD. IT PROBABLY WILL BE YEARS BEFORE SHE REALIZES THAT IT'S BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOSS THAN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+ INSPIRATIONS
Your poem speaks of nightmarish knights of someone who has lost love. May she find love again upon the streets of life so that she can regain that sweet sleep of youth.
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
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