The quartz that runs my mind's clock is
Torturing my soul
It keeps on ticking faster and faster
That I can't keep up
As my soul becomes a faded soul
With its petals dripping away
They blow in the autumn breeze
And continue to fall into the rich soil
Of longing and self-doubt
But winter is around the corner
And the cold is deadly
As I weep icy tears
I am frozen in silence
As I weep icy tears I am frozen in silence, citing your last two lines, gorgeously worded, profound poem.TOP Marks, dear LeeAnn, I have enjoyed tremendously
Pain, Loneliness and silence, impeccably translated into great and very touching poetry. Quite unforgettable. To my favorites.
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A beautiful poem enriched with stunning images and spellbounding poetic expressions. To my favorites.