Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

Run to the solace of silence
Hide behind the locked shuttered windows
Deep in the bowels of safety
Hiding with yourself
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Do not follow me out of tradition
My artistic talents surpassed by your imagination

Son, take your own path do not look back
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A kiss as sweet as the morning dew
Like tremors volcanic run through
Waves rushing through my veins
So fast and loud just like trains
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Broken ribs of steel
All that’s left on the keel
Stripped bare by ferocity of the sea
A mere shell of what used to be
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Heavy fast breathing
Perspiring a waterfall
Stinging the unblinking eyes
Staring intensely into the blackness
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Metamorphosing life’s wondrous mystery
Uncontrollably natural progression
Thoughts and ideas
Places and the inhabitants
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Constantly fighting back black carnivores
Senilities firm grip tightens
Memories new disappear retaining the old
Simple pleasures of reading
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Tears of the heart crying
Shattered bloodless sighing
Evaporated the lovers dreams
Loneliness just sits there and screams
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In the wilderness of indecision
Hearts search for a home
Looking for a soul to claim
Many blind alleyways found
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Staring they say nothing
By the look in the eyes, they speak volumes
Pity yet mostly the fear
No need for the pity just understanding is required
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