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    My eyes play weak; I’ve penned my piece,
    I’ve more but I’m too weary.
    Yet I to rest but find no sleep,
    of halving greys me dreary.

    In fear and guilt when blend as one,
    the souring out of ages.
    How bitterness can bear the words
    whilst flicking back the pages.

    I loathe myself, the mirrored me,
    the one I was believing.
    In uncooked light of that elapsed,
    the burden of deceiving.

    To touch the truth out of the past,
    to want but fear receiving.
    I feel as if I can’t return
    though can’t recall, my leaving.

    Of destiny, that dreadful word,
    I’ve cursed its damn creation.
    Led me, the path to nothingness,
    of nothingness, stagnation.

    I fought, myself with word on word,
    I’ve wrote through my confusions.
    But failed to find the final verse,
    whatever my conclusions.

    My rusting pen but creaks with shame,
    the self, my instigator.
    The bleeding ink from cut regrets

    pours spoiling on to paper
    .
    Ill wrought the verse from whence I came,
    as was, as is still rotting.
    To pen around such awfulness
    whilst shrinking out of nothing.


  • #2
    Great to see you posting again. Love your poems.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello AlexandratheLate, Thank you very much. Lovely to hear from you. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #3
    We are our own harshest critics at times, aren't we? I like it all, but this is my favorite stanza:

    To touch the truth out of the past,
    to want but fear receiving.
    I feel as if I can’t return
    though can’t recall, my leaving.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter, Delighted you enjoyed this one and your reading of and response is very much appreciated. Take care now, Tony.

  • #4
    This has the lyrical roll
    of Lewis Carroll

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Johntee, I have always loved the poetic language of Lewis Carroll - beautifully simplistic. Your words are much appreciated. All is well with you, I hope, Tony.

  • #5
    Lyrical roll is correct! Lovely

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello lunar glide, Most pleased you found this one, lovely and as always, your words are very much appreciated. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #6
    Cool rhymes and construction. For many reasons this was my favorite stanza. That "surprising" poetic feeling. Thanks for sharing...
    "To touch the truth out of the past,
    to want but fear receiving.
    I feel as if I can’t return
    though can’t recall, my leaving"

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello amenOra, You are very welcome. To call my poem, cool, is a first for me and I must say, I am charmed to bits, for that, I do thank you so very much. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #7
    Tony your poems always put me in the mind of a movie set or theater where a great historical event is being recreated and the main actor is rehearsing their lines before the camera rolls or the curtain opens Thank You for sharing your talents

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello The second, Well, what a lovely response and from a poet I so very much admire, finds me on a high, hovering even. Thank you ever so much. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #8
    Wow, such a feeling of despair; almost self-loathing. What was writ to cause such pain that further writes won’t ease? What beliefs were held that can’t be dispelled? It feels a dark write for you, Tony, but as is your usual, well written!

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Muttado, Yes it is rather dark, though I am not a dark person or deep, more of an oarsman than a submariner, in saying that, I do enjoy dark and deep poetry, perhaps it's rubbing off some - hahaha!. Delighted you enjoyed this one and your response is most welcome and appreciated. All is well with you, I hope, Tony.
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