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
Comments
Stunning write Syd đ
Stunning write Syd đ
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
Hi Syd..I love this one! I think we all need that guiding specter...that is both sword and shield in our lives..when depression can overcome us....Pinned. There is such a strong presence of one who can save another's life simply by their own strength to face another's struggles and lend a hand. xo ;)
Hi Cherie,Â
I'm really glad you like this one and thank you so much for the pin. Apologies for the late reply.
Take care - Syd xo
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