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“Nevermore”

“Nevermore”

it was through the hour that stoked the dawn 
to push the sun out of its mourn 
and force the day to be reborn 
I felt the nights dispersion 

as crimson tides soaked up the sky 
they bled the darkness from my eye 
where dreams of you had longed to lie 
to rid me of my burden

oh how I clung to every seed 
of every dream 
that longed to breathe
so I might rest in thoughts of you 
this day to never birth anew 

oh how I struggled with my mind 

hellbent on being so unkind 

to pull me out of this here sleep 

compelled to feel my heart deplete

where grief should take a heavy hand 
the hourglass pushing grains of sand 
that force you into nothing more 
than thoughts that whisper 
“Nevermore” 

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Marion

Absolutely stunning Gwen ...there's not much else to.say here...💞

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Neville

I am absolutely made up my very dear friend .. I know I maybe shouldn't .. but I feel compelled to confess, I just love a bit of misery & grief every now and Gwen and just you mark my words, if you keep em coming, there's a whole bunch of us out here who sure as hell will keep on reading .. x

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Gwendoline

Misery is my middle name these days Nev. I might take you up on that request. Thank you for your kindness my friend x 

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Liliana of the ...

Beautiful support is very important and your poems, are sonnets of sweet love and remembering that all of us are helpless but still  have hope. 
🦋☄️

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Gwendoline

Thanks Liliana, if we lose hope then there is nothing left to cling onto. Thank you for your wise words 🌼 x 

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Liliana of the ...

Always ✔️🦋✔️loved you are 💫 wonderful you, keep going I beg of all of you, if I can do it, anyone can.

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Grief has always been a subject that is dear to me as it is life.  Beautiful words

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Gwendoline

Thank you Greg. It is for me also. Thank you for leaving your kind thoughts on my poem x

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Being Me

This poem, as sad as it is, is just brilliant! It has that feel that you get when you read the old masters. It is written in the language of poetry itself. It has been beautifully written xx

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