Dungeon of time

Dungeon of time

A Poem by Soren

From the depths of losses' well, memories are drawn

spilled on dusty ground, I am muddied

Splattered with its stain of pain its cleanliness gone

my clothed illusion bloodied


Under clear skies no clouds of forgetfulness' rains

that wash away emptiness' grime,

rusting imprisoning chains

Locked in the dungeon of time

© 2024 Soren


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Such fine metre here within a poem fixed in the history of a time trap, I think.. feel. Memories and would have been are hard to escape at times, perhaps we're scared to leave them behind in a corner in case they swell into far, far more pain? Is too easy to be duped into thinking today is sunny when the wind and rain is a contrived delusions? Some call it 'wool over the eyes', others would nod and smile at your frailty, Is the latter a sin. sadness or worse still, both?

Posted 9 Months Ago


Soren

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much Emmajoy for the read and perceptive understanding. Your comments are deeply apprec.. read more
Powerful imagery and smooth end rhymes. The trap lies deep within us.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Soren

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much for the read and most supportive words they are appreciated.
Maybe we are doomed Soren?
"Locked in the dungeon of time"
Now memories of faces missed and places needed. Time can become heavy. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 9 Months Ago


Soren

9 Months Ago

Thank you my friend for the visit and the read. We are all trapped by time and there are no survivor.. read more
Great read. Lord Byron had a poem about a prisoner who became so used to his cell and chains that when they came to set him free he did not want to leave. It's sort of a Stockholm syndrome where the person gets so familiar they acquaint that familiarity with normality to endure their suffering. All secrets are revealed in time where we keep our memories but we can visit them there without moving in. Time is a cruel master of the flesh but the spirit has wings.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Soren

9 Months Ago

Thank you Fabian for the read and insightful comments. You make an interesting point, Yes we tend to.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

9 Months Ago

Like Bob Dylan wrote; "you're gonna have to serve somebody..."
Powerful work. Very well crafted.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Soren

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much Thomas your encouragement means a great deal

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Added on February 22, 2024
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