Charcoal MelodyA Poem by Comewhatevermay
There is a sensation that overtakes me in its wake
Some forlorn lullaby that has been trapped in a box for far too long I air the room with its contents Take a deep breath in Surround myself with the ease of it If acceptance is a small a quiet room Isolation makes it cold Possessing my feet to pace the floor In front of this easel for warmth Charcoal to paper, shaping echos of your hair in waves The darkest lines of grey scale masterpiece Calling you back to me Some kind of madness Romancing the thought Use this pencil to outline the hands I never could bring myself to touch A sweet serenade of such a murderous refrain I can hear your advisory of caution over the chant I'm making But lacking a cipher and common sense I just keep on composing Mapping the lines of your face as if they are my guide to the stars © 2016 ComewhatevermayFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on October 9, 2016 Last Updated on October 9, 2016 AuthorComewhatevermayLake City, FLAbout"What is it my dear?" "Ah, how can we bear it?" "Bear what?" "This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?" "We can be quiet together and pretend---Since it is o.. more..Writing
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