tumbling through the centuries I rehearse my lives
burdened of thought my conscience pricked
your vision haunt from the shadows
suddenly, a grave feeling overcome me
when I realized you follow closely
and though I whisper you heard me through the years
you lay witness to my soul's print, on life itself
keening regret will you yet let me breathe
angry understanding, coil around me
choking the life from my eternal sigh
to linger too long would be foolishness and yet I do
breaketh my vow and come unto you
in midnight's keep
wept epiphanies
hoping you still see something redeemable in me
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Summary:
fantasy, sadness
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“hoping you still see something redeemable in me” That is powerful, crimsin
hello beautiful Fia thank you graciously I appreciate your thoughts ❤️
Magnificent write Brenda. The sadness of this piece lured me in.
thank you graciously dearest Keith for the love on this ❤️
Brilliantly penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
As I read I am “tumbling through the centuries” with you. A ghost, witnessing with no power to save. Your writing never disappoints, fantastic piece!