Veins of discontentment
Flow rivers of endless bitterness of tears,
Reap though the pages,
the story of my life.
Lone in crowded rooms,
Company faces, fade,
Words are only echo's,
blur into insignificance.
Shading hides the colours,
Haze of Sunshine's warmth,
fade within the storm clouds,
shrouds the covered mind.
Within netting,
Traps laid ready for my footing,
to take a tumble,
and fall.
Brush away the cobwebs,
Hands of art once vibrant,
grasp the memories,
only to become power within the dust of hate.
Soulful the sorrows that bleed,
Claret of wine poured a single glass,
Drowning pity,
swallowed near choking.
I see....

















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