Poem -
Looms And Tombs In Rooms
oh, how I long to stray now,
from this dank room of decay
the griever
the disbeliever...
the godless, lost and seeking,
comfort in tombs, in rooms,
with the broken looms of
yesterday
but each time I try to leave
I turn for one last glance
and see you there, yes I see you
there
or else my madness there,
perchance, and
how then, can I ever leave you,
childÂ
M P 6/9/21
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Wonderful poem
Thankyou Greg x
a wonderful crafting of words here! This whole poem speaks to me of blackness — that dark, unrelenting void of blackness. You word your poems so that the reader has no doubt in their mind of the emotion it conveys. Great writing...just sorry you are going through all this. Blessings and hugs my dear friend x
Thankyou so much Tina...appreciated xxx
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