25 February, 2011

Hinder

This poem is from my "The Dim Light" collection, I hope you enjoy.

Hinder

Only a beacon of light infiltrates
the manor in its own manner.
Scraps of a seized day are spread motionless,
they’re only faded reminders.
A gust of wind blindsides the candlestick
that carried a glimmer of hope.
Strung along as depleted mementos
of a long awaited daydream.

A ruse to abuse
with envious hues.
And gestures made to insure
that he remained insecure.
He gazed to the sky
with a question why.
It’s rude to exclude,
it changes the mood
and the time was brief that passed.
Entranced and enticed
whom felt sacrificed,
grief was the guilt that amassed.
It’s strange to follow
a heart so hollow.
He yearned a pit and dug it
crawled in deep, but didn’t fit.
He gazed to the sky
with a question why.

Only a beacon of light instigates
the manor in its own clamor.
Scraps of a seized day are spread from duress,
they’re only hated reminders.
A gust of wind blindsides a strange edict
that carries a glimmer to cope.
Strung along as depleted highs and lows
of a once inflated daydream.

1 comment:

  1. I could feel the emotion, for sure, "of a once inflated daydream." I'm sorry for that lonely poem. But great waves of feelings in it.

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