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...Sandstone memories
By SolApathy
Into the echo of a time forgotten
My soul, begotten
Broken and spent
My eyes no longer glint
Dry as the sands of the Sahara
Brittle as a sandstone heart
Lost, you can see my soul has no spark
Drifting and I can’t seem to find
A reason be - any longer it seems
Strangers question how I lost my smile
Friends know nothing of what I’ve become
They hear my laughter - can’t see the numb
I’ve been gone for a long while
I remain, a callous shell
Shattered passion without a cause
far too long staring beyond infinity’s edge
Into the abyss;
Knowing something is amiss
Beyond the gates of Oblivion’s hold
There is something I mustn’t know
It burns beyond my vision
Not beyond my soul
Tugging, it won’t let go
Whispering there is a darkness I should know
There is a truth I deny myself
Buried in the pain of memories I can’t stand to recall
I sacrifice myself and take a
….Fall…
My soul, begotten
Broken and spent
My eyes no longer glint
Dry as the sands of the Sahara
Brittle as a sandstone heart
Lost, you can see my soul has no spark
Drifting and I can’t seem to find
A reason be - any longer it seems
Strangers question how I lost my smile
Friends know nothing of what I’ve become
They hear my laughter - can’t see the numb
I’ve been gone for a long while
I remain, a callous shell
Shattered passion without a cause
far too long staring beyond infinity’s edge
Into the abyss;
Knowing something is amiss
Beyond the gates of Oblivion’s hold
There is something I mustn’t know
It burns beyond my vision
Not beyond my soul
Tugging, it won’t let go
Whispering there is a darkness I should know
There is a truth I deny myself
Buried in the pain of memories I can’t stand to recall
I sacrifice myself and take a
….Fall…
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, May 31, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Into the abyss of feelings buried by our own inability to cope...The darkness offers a ropeComments on "...Sandstone memories"
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On Sunday, June 4, 2017, dwells
(4177)
wrote:
Ooh, I meant to add your titular metaphor to my comment. The sedimentary geological process that often preserves some of the finest fossils; while depositing a continual calendar of Creation. Nicely done and cheers! - Dan
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On Sunday, June 4, 2017, dwells
(4177) wrote:
No atonement Sol and no respite - you know the rules my friend. Our minds are the supreme torturer; more diabolical than anything contrived by the devil. Rejoice in your remorse for it takes a soulful person to do so - and some never have, or will. Cheers my friend for this blinding vision of Perdition - Dan
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On Saturday, June 3, 2017, Divine hell
(238) wrote:
10 perfection, I know that feeling like a dangerous conpanion, great write
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On Wednesday, May 31, 2017, Devil lyn
(345) wrote:
Like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down upon the things, the places, at the someone`s that have brought you to this very moment. Superb.
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On Wednesday, May 31, 2017, Drea
(1388) wrote:
Writes are writes. Purging feelings. Blood letting. You always know I'm around.
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