Tim Riding Poet Rhyme

Purgatory 1

Purgatory I

	Perhaps it's where I sit right now
	With sins just conjured from the past,
	Decisions made, though not in haste,
	Ideals  I thought would maybe last.

	The deeds of others took their toll
	When friendships ties were cast aside,
	Scars still scabbed and festering,
	For how they cheated, how they lied.

	From their deceit I learned just how
	To build a wall around my heart,
	So hiding feelings charred and black
	That smoulder as they fall apart.

	A lonely soul with eyes that watch
	The world behind a thin veneer
	Reflecting time that passed me by
	Whilst bygone feelings reappear.

	Damned whichever way I turn
	For solace, maybe peace of mind,
	The future waits in disarray
	Pursued by remnants left behind.

	I shoulder blame as best I can
	It helps to ease the constant pain,
	But even so it will not change
	The turmoil here inside my brain.

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Gary Radice October 27, 2020 at 11:22 AM This is an excellent poem, Tim. Poignant and possibly full of heartache and regret but excellent; and by that I mean beautifully and skillfully written with so much feeling. The lines: "From their deceit I learned just how To build a wall around my heart," for me is both sad and central to the theme of the poem. Poetry can be a catharsis for some and I truly hope it is for yourself. Cheers - Gary Tim Riding October 27, 2020 at 2:27 PM Thanks Gary, yes it helps, although most people can't, or won't understand - Tim

Silent One October 27, 2020 at 5:59 AM Hey, we've all been here Tim... This one is really deep and sad.. we all make mistakes in life, but we should not delve into them too much.. as it will affect our mental health.. Tim Riding October 27, 2020 at 8:18 AM Hi SO, Try my best, but I guess at mid 70's life comes back to haunt one, or perhaps just some of us. Writing helps to sort it out a bit. Only hope dementia is not creeping in. Thanks for seeing it from my side.