The Eclectic Pen - Lost in Place


By: Remy D. (remy)  
Date Submitted: 10/24/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 113
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  How bleary-eyed my feelings go
through nightmares dark with pressing skies
are black as winter's dreary crow
misled through mazes built with lies.

And so I'm left with twisted knot
of beating flesh distressed inside
that's ripping through its sinews hot
in hope of Daylight's change in tide.

And still my mind pours out its life
through hand and ink and paper lined.
The worry of my missing wife
has yet to lift by hand Divine.

So seeks my soul a drought of death
of sin's sweet, bitter, dry deceit
to quench the weak and panting breath
that's lost and flirting with defeat.

Hear, Oh Skies, my final throw
A man so wretched yet so free
I ask for peace and end of roe
the binding Touch of Liberty.


Remy Dou


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Marta J. (booksnob) - 10/25/2007 5:10 PM ET
Quite Shakespearean! Nicely done.
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