• Poetry

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM
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    The gnarled old floor creaks ominously underfoot
    As my broken spirit plummets,
    Spiralling hopelessly downward
    To where the shattered picture lies,
    Framed amidst glittering blood-drenched shards;
    Gritty, gut-crunching splinters
    Stinging my cold, bare feet.

    I try once again and....

    I've lost my smile forever now
    And know not where it went.
    Stripped so unkindly away
    With such dry-sobbing sadness:
    Tear-drenched, bitter-sweet memories
    Ring endlessly throughout this darkness
    That was me.

    I try once again and....

    Oh once I was so young and rich and proud,
    Sparkling brightly under time's slow rich burden,
    Wanting ...

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