Promethium

 

 

Pushing you in dreams. pause
Rewrite: 

Our hands achieve nothing 

My hate red in them

Ending:

Trust has not been earned 

How bleak the bubbles hang

Ethereal in the river

Unborn children hear
Stars faintly whistle

 

Ancient 

Newborn
Draft

 

My hands tied in a bow

On my back a tiny casket 

Moments before unfolds 

Error 

New ending

This is the way

Something had to change

 

Of you I knew so little 

For there was little to know

 

Did you see the fright

Eating away the pieces 
At the end of the rope 

This last scene kept untold

However , now you know 

 





Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2024-04-01 at 22:01

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A very sad, affecting tale of one who never arrived? One who couldn't stay long?
2024-04-01