In shadows, I can breath.
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Where I Go
Beneath uncertain sky
Seclusion beckons
Addictively drawing
My orphaned soul
Deep within its inherent lair
I waned
Slumping slowly into night
Seeding my moonstone
Obscuring dreams
Extinguishing joy
A grave retreat
Forever open
Never truly empty
Never willingly filled
By distorted thought
Misshaped vanity
Nefarious censure
Stony faced
Without shimmer
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© Paul Nichol 2012
Comments
Amongst the crowd 
I love this
I am glad. Thank you. 😉
Very nice. I’m obtuse with poetry unfortunately (although I love William Blake and Wilfred Owen) so maybe I’ll do better with Haikus. Thank you for following my art blog. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
I really enjoyed looking through your blog last night and could I should have liked May more posts, however the night was turning day and I needed sleep. For me, people either relate to a poem or you do not, it is that simple, in much the same way I relate to a piece of art, I can be drawn to an image without the need to understand the processes behind it or it creator’s intentions, it does not lesson the emotional experience.
Thank you for writing your comment and Hello Too.
Great imagery in these lines, the reader can feel what you’re saying.
Thank you Azul I’m glad my puzzled words form images for you. This is a very personal poem and an attempt at revealing something of myself. 🙂