Lay Me Down
Purge these wanton eyes
Lost gazing at her beauty
Held visions burnt in stone
Killing me ever so slowly
Exhume my weary mind
And cast it out to sea
Drown it in Holy waters
Where only the good survive
Lend me your whispered breath
For mine has been stolen
A last gasp of indiscretion
And my soul is now deflated
Chop off my ringing ears
So I can no longer hear
The sound of the nightingale
Seducing me in my mourning
Lay me down and let me die
This body has cried its last cry
I wait with time no more
I bid you all a final goodbye
**A fictional poem**
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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