Melancholy DreamsA Poem by Lloyd Frieson-SmallI stumbled across this piece in some of my old files. I'm assuming it was one of my earlier poems that wasn't included in my chapbook. Enjoy..She took the lightest shade of gray from the stem of my crown. Leaving just a figment of a melancholy dream. My state of being denied the comforting words though we both knew my soul was weeping.. Luckily, I had found one who understood the inner-struggle of a gentle soul. One who has surpassed the level of pain I've come to know so intimately. She took my heart, filled with agony, to a place of serenity. In her presence, the shadowed corridor within the temple of my transgressions could not detain its subtle, black flame. With her smile came a sunrise that never left my eyes. She stood upon the broken pillar, dancing with the stray cinders of my burning kingdom. There was a peaceful silence in that place. One that soothed my troubled mind, as I stared at the flames of my former glory from beneath her.
© 2014 Lloyd Frieson-SmallAuthor's Note
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Added on March 1, 2014Last Updated on March 1, 2014 Tags: Reflective, Romantic, Melancholy, Introspective AuthorLloyd Frieson-SmallMobile, ALAboutI am an aspiring poet and novelist from the Southern states. I write free verse, serious, and romantic poetry primarily. Though, I also do prose. As of late I have attempted to expand my skills by sta.. more..Writing
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