Watch the light slither out of the sky -
flags fly frayed in the weary dusk -
The sky is as ancient as I feel -
A weathered sentry, watching, watching from stone turrets
made from a heart,
draw a weapon,
for even in the darkness,
the legions advance.
Grasping for sustenance
but nothing except a longing
for a day when the siege will no longer be
something about war
breaks naivete like youth encased in glass
when the poems have dried, along with joy,
and I know I have lost something...
when the darkness beckons - the monsters never halt
the onslaught -
I want to dive deep and let it slip
-- but courage is to stand fierce
and never let the desolation invade-
the world, once an imperfect dream -
become a frayed illusion...
and here I must stand,
until the sky crumbles.
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Hello. How are you? Hope all is well with you. As always I enjoy your poems and the way you convey your feelings through words. The poem ends on a pessimistic note, and yet what transpires is courage and dignity. Well done.
Regards,
Maria
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Maria, thank you. I hope this finds you well. I appreciate your thoughtful words, as always.
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