She wanted a small chance to think.
Stand by the window to stop and fret.
The world's conspiracy and what can't be seen.
Swirls of colour on canvas were a sirens song,
Temptation may tarnish the tiny mind.
The forest of late year fire brands itself to the soul.
Water drops beckoned, whispered and bellowed.
The catharsis of escapism through fiction became the olive branch,
Run away from what chased her and clawed at her courage.
The enigma of a puzzle gave out threat over tranquillity,
Put together the pieces that would never fit again.
Notes of numbing music gave way to nothing but cold bliss,
Fall further away from what held her back and dragged her down.
To sit and think was an enemy of trust and time,
Thoughts are not so kind and merciful.
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoesíaThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
