These walls before my admiring eyes,
tainted with my heart's detest.
Decorated with pictures of solitude,
My ever faithful and welcome guest.
The self engraved 'warning sign',
shuns strangers from drawing near.
Not even remnants of your echoes last,
my own stubborn voice is all I hear.
Your every effort to touch me,
my eyes pretend not to see.
For I know my heart of glass will cut,
your out-reached hands that gently plead.
Colder my soul seems to get,
with each stone I lay.
The vibrant world around me fades,
I only see my walls of gray.
At home in my self built prison,
confined perhaps till my last breath.
May my departing spirit not be,
the sole mourner at my death.
I only pray for an after life,
Where I might find that which I crave.
Or am I damned to an eternity,
of secluded misery in my grave...
Please tell me what you think
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whao !
May my departing spirit not be,
the sole mourner at my death.
amazing lines , keep writing
god bless
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...Speechless...
Few possess the art of transforming mundane words into poetry, and then there are those who condense the most intense of human emotions, those unsaid, unknown feelings, into something that is far more superior, far too priceless, to be naively referred to something as trivial as 'poetry'.
Well, you know how this poem makes me feel... its not a poem, its a work of art, for me personally, its life itself.
And only an angel can so effortlessly simplify something so complicated as life.... "hats off"
May my departing spirit not be, the sole mourner at my death.......... Amen
Cheers!
God Bless
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Oh btw, killer profile pic!
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Beautiful piece of work! Have tried three times to comment, but always quit unable to justice to the poem! So finally decided to keep it simple... again.. Awesome write! Thoughhhhh..........
I'd like to see
"The self engraved 'warning sign',
shuns strangers from drawing near."
replaced by
"Robed in threads of hate and rage,
daring strangers to step closer."
Upto you whether you want to
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this is realy god!
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thank you!
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At home in my self built prison,
confined perhaps till my last breath.
May my departing spirit not be,
the sole mourner at my death.
Amazingly done....Brav -
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thank you
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I really like it and the ending is superb.
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tank ooo!!!
s!!
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The impression I got
when I read these lines:
"Your every effort to touch me,
my eyes pretend not to see."
was of a flower called a Touch-Me-Not.
That might work for a title. It is certainly fitting to the subject.
Good write.
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you my friend are a genius! I would kiss you if i could find you!! thank you soo much..!! i love the title..!!!
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