Poem -
SUCH A CHOICE TO BE CLOSER---- yet im alone
her dreaming -- but im awake
Her face has piano keys
in creases you exposed
no permission flashed a crucified sign
but they knew the hour spent
could never bleed so much regret
on floors inside myself
hidden doors painted red
mirrors collect and crack
No more will my eyes
see the oceans pleas
I must be gone as laughter loves
another mornings sadly hung
She traces light the scar
its pointed memory
cuts him deep
so harsh this piece of given flesh
salted by a year's weep
Lonely blows this whisper
hiding in a startled breeze
arms held in the knifes point
both sides blended in the awaiting
for you
Folding this curling map
im awaiting
im waiting for you x
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Comments
Amazing metaphors & attention to imagery. Well done Terry!Â
I have a few favorite linesÂ
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