Past the Point of ReturnA Poem by Chris Shaw(old material re-worked)
i found comfort once
in the fake embrace of my deceiver where all sharps would subside providing he was by my side when tears of betrayal melted away as ten red roses in a glass vase a bouquet of fast fading guilt cried out for my eyes to open wide while decay set in my dismay grew greener and unforgiving dried roses left for days till the heart implored no more © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on December 1, 2022 Last Updated on December 1, 2022 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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