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by Clairefromayr 

Posted: 06 October 2019
Word Count: 167

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The Clock ticks as though it holds some authority still,
Now reduced to desperate, meaningless, meandering endeavours while I sit
And wait.
Relentless life continues to buzz, to need, to consume,
But the spark that once was housed here, with determination, sleeps
So I wait.
Colours bleach indiscriminately and leave bitter taste,
Vices remain untarnished in their appeal and subtle truths,
And they wait.
And wait,
And wait,
For me.
A sound, memory, a tug from expanse long forgotten,
Lost voices cry out and they remind, they urge their own recall,
And they cry.
And wait,
And cry,
For me.
I remember feeling part with the weight of emotion,
Of controlled and rationed, joyous ephemera, but I ache,
And I bleed.
And they bleed,
We bleed.
Re-birth is ruled by no master, let alone strength of mine,
Its womb is omnipotent to demands, its teeth sharp enough to graze my grey soul
But I will not bow,
I can wait,
I must wait,
I will wait.

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V`yonne at 11:29 on 07 October 2019  Report this post
Welcome to the group Claire. And thank you for very bravely posting a poem first off.
I will say that I like it it for now and come back and offer some kind of comment later as I hope will others in the group.

V`yonne at 14:26 on 07 October 2019  Report this post
Please join this group and place this in the group forum so we can all see it. smiley I'll put a link up to it for now anyway but it's best to put things in the forums instead of 'general'


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