Darkening Room

Written at 19, in Dorking, Surrey, UK.

As I lie alone in this darkening room,

the failing sun, the settling gloom,

outside birds cheer and sing - in a way

a natural swansong fit for the day.

The earlier thoughts seem trivial now,

what led me here means nothing somehow.

My racing mind now leisurely crawls;

defining itself within these four walls.

Soon it will happen, as always it seems,

bombarded with hopes, ideas and dreams.

Each trying to get in, like an unruly crowd

at a gateway, where only one is allowed.

But all must be sorted, tested and tried.

Most to be glanced at and tossed to one side.

Some to be nurtured, or pieced together,

some to be burnt and hidden forever.

But, when at last all the gemstones are found,

my mind returns to settling down,

and ponders lazily the Question of Doom,

as I lie alone in this darkening room.

Reviews

[Gray Witch]

I love to read first posts....Somehow they help define the author at an earlier point in time. To be so talented at 19 is amazing...I will be back to read more......

[C.R.Turner]

Ah yes, I do that too! Thanks for the boost!

[Gray Witch]

Welcome...I'd love it if you would visit my work and read something....My husband was born and grew up in Malahide...My grandfather Belfast ...