Poem -
Spectre
Scalpel sharp silent screamsÂ
Piercing, puncturing
Cutting neatly
Through tracing paper thin
Fabric dreams...
Gunmetal grey shades of emotionÂ
A haunting spectre
In moonlit hours
A glint of blade flashes
A pale blue angel dashes
She's the heroine, the hero
Ensuring I catch my train of thought...
Rescuing repetitively
The secret to mental longevity
Depression nearly conquered me...
She's both my sheildÂ
And my sword...Â
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Stunning write Syd ?
Stunning write Syd ?
Thank you so much Marion.
I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It feels like a while since I've been able to think and write clearly.
Take care - SydÂ
Our Dearest Syd,
Very powerful write, our friend. It takes the readers to their very cores. Â
The spectre kneels down
His ride searches for freedom
From all his demons
Peace and Love,
Linda and Larry xxx
Thank you for your kind comment Larry & Linda.
Brilliant words.
Peace and love also - Syd xxxÂ
Our Dear Syd,
Brilliant poems beget "brilliant words" to honor them.
All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx