dwindles the eve as the day dies short
winter weeps for no one
shiver in its cold embrace
cynical fact sarcastic lament
there are few things I like less
then a grey unforgiving day
tormented wonder my delusions of granduer
seeking the Gods of yesterday
to amuse myself while the sun is away
treacherous heart I want more than I am allowed
to be grateful to be sure
there could always be worse
besotten and crazy
doomed in the way
counting down the mintutes as my time grows short
the dark beckons and only promises more grief
satryical story of nothing but a lady amiss
sending my soul up and out I look for answers
surely i've missed something
and my exit into finality exists
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bleak exit
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death the unknown
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well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.
good evening dearest Styxian thank you graciously these are just feelings and fears I try to always write in a current mindset I’m happy it worked for you have a beautiful Evening ❤️
Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.
hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously it’s so funny to me it happens to us a lot and I swear I didn’t even peak at your poem till after ❤️have a great day…
sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?
Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.
Curt
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian