Once Was Twain Poem by Matthew Densley

A field once filled with life and beauty
Is now a barren land
Where once had stood a castle tall
That's now been turned to sand

All those words I had once wrote
Now scratched out on the page
That tranquil place within my soul
Is marred with fits of rage

To hear my heart means nothing now
Just a way to pass the time
I'm stood upon a rung of a ladder
Forgetting how to climb

My love has been left unfulfilled
Like summer without the sun
I once was twain but now alone
And missing my other one






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