Somewhere in BetweenA Poem by Warren L.G De MillsA recent piece, one of my favorites
Life's filthy cradle comforts no man
Beautiful boughs of death do shine Withering leaves live in love's hand The sobbing shadow's tears are mine Stars of night are all alone Their companions feel nothing And so are they sorrow prone Their cold light misses something Bleeding moon moans at midnight As it's woes give suck to the wind They blow, blind to mortal sight Bringing chills to those who sinned Erie airs echo wailing whispers Wearing wreaths with winter's wrath Freezing the conscience of sinners Oblivious to their destructive path Creation seems to reflect a void Like an empty sea under a bland day Like darkness over the lost horizon Like golden light smeared with grey My heart, the ready writer Spectates the miracles of fantasy And the wonders of perceived reality To pen it's most rueful tune "Shimmer vivacity's obscure reality That I may fade to sleep Burnish the dream's austerity That I may exist somewhere in between" © 2012 Warren L.G De MillsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWarren L.G De MillsPort -Of Spain, Trinidad and TobagoAboutWarren L.G De MillsPromote Your Page Too Like that page!!^^ Warren L.G De Mills is a seventeen year old Poet/Musician. Born in the far off Caribbean island of Trinidad and Tobago, He was raised .. more..Writing
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