Darcy Charles Inwood
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Darcy Charles Inwood Poems
Where I Retreat
I lay in breathless ecstasy, Each and every day, As I try to remember my memories.
Like the night, Your insides are dark. Your mind recedes into itself, And not even you can retrieve it.
Behind The Garden of My Mind
Behind the garden of my mind, Lay an estate of beauty, Of wonder.
Alone and Pailing
My feet doth left my burrow, Forced upon myself, And tears streamed down upon my face.
Do Not Be-cease The Dreamers
By every second, By every moment, My life slips from my grasp. What choice would I have?
A vast black veil, Dispenses upon the landscape. I stand upon the men of mens bones, A solitary figure.
I Am Anew
Broke upon thy crowd, Dividing a break in an endless rally, Myself I see in change, A metamorhisis of value,
The darkness come forth, And swallow me, Capture me, Bind me.
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Where I Retreat
I lay in breathless ecstasy,
Each and every day,
As I try to remember my memories.
A vision in thy mist,
A place beyond the stars,
Carry me over,
And let me rest in paradise.
The facade degrades,
Its life slowly waining,
The cloud slowly envelope my vision,
Bring the rain,
And slue my vision.
For I am destined to live out the rest of my life,
In hope of reaching,
My eternal paradise.