I live no longer along the shore,
Instead in a room with green felt like decor,
And a sense of time bent by circumstance into;
A slow spin which only the sensation of dying can compare to,
I see my past freedom as a fading shimmer,
Within a ripple which used to glimmer,
But still I do not end, I live it seems nearing death each minute,
No longer seeing the precious things which I never cared to rate,
Like the fresh new stream or a gleaming summer waterfall,
On this old and weathered eye, so small,
It now betrays me as I swim in circles for another day,
For the pleasure, so they say,
Of a creature we cannot name,
But he is our god now, Gods we were unto ourselves until he came.
what do you think?
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Welcome to AllPoetry!!!
When I was reading this, it took me to another time and place, where we went to the creek as a young teen, and it was the highlight of our days...Now, I live so far away from that place and miss it so much...Nicely written, poet!
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Blessed Be,
Jeremy
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