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I Am Held Ransom At The Thought...
by Melissa Arel
Sorrowful sentiments echoing in the writings that protrude
From the souls of the lost, knowing full well their mourning
and reasons for such,
I am cast into the wellspring of seclusion.
My heart bleeds for those who have given up on love,
Who have accepted their fate as troubadours
Without a place to rest their weary minds,
Who cast off their emotions like clothing, torn and ripped at the seams.
There is such a thing as beauty -
It flows from the eyes of the innocent, and lies in the wrinkles of the aged
While time holds itself captive to the meanderings of the blessed.
I am held ransom at the thought...
01/17/2002 Posted on 01/17/2002
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Harder on 02/02/03 at 05:19 AM how do you come up with all this imagery? "Who cast off their emotions like clothing, torn and ripped at the seams." makes it sound.. well... kool:) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/12/03 at 07:06 PM I truly like this one Mel. Great writing....Charlie |
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