Billow of Darkness

repeat-repeat-use

A billow of darkness 
hangs silent over the land
Haunted by the memory of 
our long lost paradise.
Too tired dreams flow down 
swift rolling waters,
forever in chase of a world
that’s departed.
We’ve used our forces 
and shown our might, 
Acting on empty screens
with eyes stoic and vacant, 
We now have to admit,
we have had enough
The march of tears from
hollow eyes has begun.
Our towering psyches
have scourged us to the depths,
We have bled  in private and public 
from both sides of our soul,
The mad-mad motion of this world
Has left us searching for lost hope
On an unknown and distant shore.

© DiAnne Ebejer

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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10 Responses to Billow of Darkness

  1. Reblogged this on West Coast Review and commented:
    Beautiful words.

    Liked by 1 person

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