Death of a Poet
If only my heart had a home
somewhere to reside, not to be alone.
So much to live for…
Pause, while I think just what?
And watch a moonlit night
disappear from sight
blinded
in eternal darkness.
So much to die for….
Imbued with elixir from the chalice of love.
‘Set me free’
Ha! More mythology for the masses.
Looking through a dark chest of memories
with eyes that see no future
blinded
in eternal darkness.
Rivers of confusion slacken the grip on the creative urge
The palpitating heart, beats with a fatal shiver
Limbs begin to twitch and quiver
rigid
in eternal darkness.
Poisoned with platitude
I lie
breathless on a bed.
P Williams © 2005
Excellent Paul, thank you,
Reg.
Thanks for sharing this most powerful piece Poet!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :(
Best,
Tami
Awesome write Paul.
Lisa