Treasure Island

DEEP DARK SOUL POET

(09/1965 / Australia)

A waterfall of empty tears


A waterfall of empty tears
is rushing down my stinging cheek.
A careless slap restored my fears;
my strengthened soul now wanders weak.

In shadows of restraint I weep,
imploring freedom's might to guide,
but apprehension's knife cuts deep;
amidst seclusion's warmth I'll hide.

The ebony flow of ink will bleed
in pools of inspirations lost,
as hands of silence choke the seed;
my dreams and aspirations tossed.

Behind a wall of doubt I'll stand
until my self-esteem renews,
then passion's pen will guide my hand
erasing shades of black and blues.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012

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  • Lyn Paul (3/30/2013 6:27:00 AM)

    A great write and I admire you the way you find the strength to erase the black and blue. (Report) Reply

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