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
  1. littleannab says:

    I love this

  2. kinneret says:

    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.

    • Paul Nichol says:

      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.

  3. Azul Zaffre says:

    Great imagery in these lines, the reader can feel what you’re saying.

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