The Lingering

I feel something I do, I do the comfort in the ache salting the cut of my lip the blood and her drip sleepless nights atoned and attested the trials tying me in knots held captive allowed only to swing from her gallows her hallows of eve as hollow as they seem and I see thru the blackness nothingness blinded by the barren brush as the breeze blows her winter's snow and I am cold so very cold a weathering rock of stone with frozen crystals as my bones and never, never have I felt so all alone a breach in the existence of time unable to speak unable to reach silenced, drown in invisibility lingering in lifeless remnants of blue
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Allison Avatar
January 12, 2021 at 12:09 PM
such sadness in your lines TS, hope you are ok... am more used to your romantic lines:-) hugs jan xx
Logan Avatar
January 11, 2021 at 3:23 AM
If only time could be breached, how different would be our choices? Rise from that dark, barren realm, TS. Let the sun reach you. Your lines are filled with sadness in every hollow of your being. Good write. At least you feel something.
Labyrinth Avatar
January 10, 2021 at 12:31 PM
"There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul..."
Labyrinth Avatar
January 11, 2021 at 12:06 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/romancing_the_poet_1199027
Labyrinth Avatar
January 10, 2021 at 12:32 PM
Are you in Purgatory again Schmidt...time to get out.
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