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Poetry News Post #5628

a sad poem

Written by: Umbral Recruit Krezen
Date: Saturday, October 10th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone


She opens the gate, lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through my garden of thoughts with her bare feet laughing.
Never counted on my blessings, I chose instead to dwell within my disasters.
We walk on down the hill, to the grass grown tall and brown, and yet somehow, it is still hard to let go of my pain.
Past the broken twisted trunks of this old and withered jetty dock that sinks in sand collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way? So Empty.
Through these cold and crisp sunrises of the morning, I have grown weary.
If I spoke the words you want to hear would you still need to hear me?
To lay your blouse across my chair and let lose the ribbons from your hair, to kiss your lips with my finger-tips.
As the rain falls outside on the flowering leaves like they are applauding, this quiet love we make.
Will I always Feel this way? So Estranged.
Well I looked my shadowed demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest for them and, said Do your best to Destroy Me!
You see Ive gone to hell and back so many times that, I must admit they kind of bore me!
Theres a lot of things that can Kill a Man There is a lot of ways to die.
Some already dead, walk beside me!
There is a lot of things that I wont understand why so many people lie?
Why is it the hurt you hide that fuels the fire deep inside me?
Will I always feel this Way?
So Empty&
So Estranged&

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lupar, in the year 841 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5628

a sad poem

Written by: Umbral Recruit Krezen
Date: Saturday, October 10th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone


She opens the gate, lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through my garden of thoughts with her bare feet laughing.
Never counted on my blessings, I chose instead to dwell within my disasters.
We walk on down the hill, to the grass grown tall and brown, and yet somehow, it is still hard to let go of my pain.
Past the broken twisted trunks of this old and withered jetty dock that sinks in sand collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way? So Empty.
Through these cold and crisp sunrises of the morning, I have grown weary.
If I spoke the words you want to hear would you still need to hear me?
To lay your blouse across my chair and let lose the ribbons from your hair, to kiss your lips with my finger-tips.
As the rain falls outside on the flowering leaves like they are applauding, this quiet love we make.
Will I always Feel this way? So Estranged.
Well I looked my shadowed demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest for them and, said Do your best to Destroy Me!
You see Ive gone to hell and back so many times that, I must admit they kind of bore me!
Theres a lot of things that can Kill a Man There is a lot of ways to die.
Some already dead, walk beside me!
There is a lot of things that I wont understand why so many people lie?
Why is it the hurt you hide that fuels the fire deep inside me?
Will I always feel this Way?
So Empty&
So Estranged&

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lupar, in the year 841 AF.


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