by Keith D Allison

A solution is
staring at the wall
so tight that the chest does hurt
shadows of the evening fall
as the darkness creeps into the room
holding …
holding back tears
a lone
silence with no tone
the time of dream
is gone


Posted on 11/01/2009
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/01/09 at 03:48 AM

... wonderful.....

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/01/09 at 07:38 PM

Always, always, fate seems to sit on these dark battlements and frown, and as the portal opens to receive us, a voice in hollow murmurs through the courts tells of a nameless deed, maybe many. Thanks.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/29/09 at 07:14 PM

Congrats on your potd!

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