From deep and dead places,
Where lurking fear catches,
Unwary and lonely,
The souls who dare enter,
To display from thereafter
Addiction-prone faces,
Beauty gets fettered again.
Hidden, where darkness
All beauty dispatches,
No light-hearted laughter
Lives long in those dungeons.
Existing where alcohol
Numbs, and leaves markings.
But, beauty can rise yet again.
Without any feeling
Guilt soon lines the faces
Of dying hearts, yearning
For life without lies, yet
Clutching still crutches means
Much more than weakness, but
Meaning arises with beauty again.
The time comes when loving
Is stronger than wanting.
Hazy-eyed lethargy
Subsides then to vibrancy.
Love comes to show wisdom
Is needed for living.
Beauty then becomes freed
And arises again.
Hi Fay. A very emotional piece which must have been very difficult for you to write, but thankfully the darkness subsided. Powerful and well written **10** Regards Dave T.
This is just a lovely poem. I thank-you for reading my poem also.
What is beautiful, will always be beautiful, even when we think the years take it away, beauty is eternal a god given gift time it's self can not take away.. Andrew 10
Darkness in life giving way to dawning beauty...' Clutching still crutches means much more than weakness’...a line most revealing... an excellent poem, Fay 10
The true poet must never be afraid to give him or her self away in words. You are very genuine. Strength for the journey, brave friend. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem...nice write... Ency Bearis