Searching

Notice the closing door
Of light to power over darkness.
Reflect, recollect experiences past
Stand firm, stable, steadfast
To opinions confirmed perfect timing
They are what they are.
Shall not metamorphise again
Pick up the pen , paper, write
A song, verse, story life filled
Personality belonging to the giver
Of the chosen lines
Swell in fulfilment your own
For years have nurtured , you’ve grown,
And before you glory filled lies
Papers composite, string ties
The bundles of the past
Together at last
Before you finally, fallen lie
Upon deaths dark unknown bed
You’ve strewn golden and silver flowers
All around for others to see
Told a life before it passed
Without a royal soul or sign.
My imagination be,
I’m not young
But tomorrow I’ll gladly
Rejoice in the fading light
And sell my precious night .




Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-10-14 at 08:43

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! That's a deep one! And so filled with truth. Thoroughly enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing.
Allen
2022-10-14