![]() Out Of ReachA Poem by Forgotten
With outstretched arms I take in your spectral being,
The cold essence of your life, A fractured hand upon time itself murmurs in your heart, Tainted by it's cycles, Where are you my beloved? The land beneath my feet means nothing now, When my stars refuse to shine, You are beyond the door easily opened, The door most feared, I cannot be where you are, With these hands of the coward. You are ethereal in my disillusioned state of being, Your silent footsteps do not wake me, Though I know you are here, The presence of your foreboding dread lingers, Driving my mind into a state of materialistic torture, The stain blots upon my soul, Spreading as the loneliness engulfs, The hands of the coward become the palms of a victim, Stifled by the very silence I created, I was your life, Now I'm trapped behind my doors.
© 2014 ForgottenAuthor's Note
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Added on April 9, 2014Last Updated on April 9, 2014 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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