undoneA Poem by Christopher WithersFirst published in 2008the permanence of my childhood glance slides through my ageing fingertips, sentimental forms and shapes take home within its twisted place. back broken by advancing years: what is one mans yearning for the past or the present to remain, against the force, the stars themselves are powerless to evade? the great consumer - darkest night, cares nothing for our fear, our fright, and all the dreams we once held close, fall away like sun drenched snow. sun rise, sun set, suns end in embers met: as great as humankind become our fate is sealed: to be undone.
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Added on September 9, 2014 Last Updated on September 9, 2014 AuthorChristopher WithersAboutI recently discovered a user on this site had been posting my poems as his own. To combat this, I've decided to post my poetry here, hopefully stopping this from happening again. The poet in questi.. more..Writing
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