Jack Ashenden

A Reformed World - Poem by Jack Ashenden

Silent she is, silent do I find her.
Sweet nothings she doth whisper in my ear.
Though sorrow I knew, she gave me a stir.
When I feel pain, she doth shed a loving tear.
Lost I was, she sought me out and found me.
Death I knew, she held my hand, asked nothing.
Never before now have I known beauty -
She is my lovely queen, and I her King.
Depression fix ed in time, I am free -
These bonds we share I hold to willingly.
Frustration, hatred, anger drained from me -
Life anew, resurrection a salt less sea.
No gaping sphere remains, not e'en a thought -
Dying once, this is what I have been taught.

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  • (6/4/2005 10:26:00 AM)

    Jack, go and look at Josie Konli's poems, type 'Josie Konli' into the search, and change the search type to 'poet name', oh, and great poems by the way! From, well, you can probably guess, seeing as I told you 'bout this site in the first place! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 27, 2005

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