The atomic shadow of a final embrace,
The burning scent of here,
Reminders of a time well spent,
A past made to revere.
The lull of dew-kissed circuitry,
Of stained glass windows clear,
I forget my founded, errless fate,
And so my beams fall near.
A citadel unto my own,
A fortress without fear,
I ponder now as I crumble down,
When did my sun disappear?
Have the stars now left the sky,
And is the sultry moon my peer?
So says, so asks, this ragged climb,
So agonized, my Lear.
The soft rains have come and passed,
But the present does yet jeer,
The promised passions yet to last,
As lasting as a tear.
Of fostered lives and useless brick,
So was my homely sphere,
Those chimney nights and Christmas lights,
Henceforth do they drear.
And so I fell, my steadfast walls,
Yet too alone to hear,
There will come soft rains,
To mourn my gone cohere,
A requiem of modernity, an echoing ampere.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems I've written, not for anyone in particular, but expressing emotions all the same.
