In the window,
Sitting, staring.
Wondering what could be beyond,
Those chilly glass panes.
Wondering what could be contained,
Within the shadowy coach,
That rumbles over ancient cobbles.
Glancing over dark street corners,
Lost from public memory.
Scanning mazes of alleys,
Seeking Searching
Until I see it.
Looming, menacing
The Church.
Dreaming of yesterday,
A hundred years ago.
A white wedding,
Stained with scarlet.
My dear love,
Held in my arms,
Limp, lifeless.
All my fault.
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Depths of the Mind (poetry)
PoetryHi! this is just a collection of little poems that I've either found on my computer or stumbled upon in my deepest daydreams.They're not much but I hope you enjoy them anyway. Give them a go and I will be more than happy! :)
