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High Noon
I find the cycle slows with time
The tendency my mind rewinds
The intervals are spreading out
A time I looked upon with doubt
Less pain
Less pain
But pain anew!
Two kinds of pain... Not pain times two
A tinge of guilt perhaps and shame
The dustiness of thought - time's stain
And through the window sunshine peeks
Away the shadow slowly creeps
Not light, not dark - a half lit gloom
Surrounds the bed and I till noon
The sun's high shine...
An hour?
A day?
A decade?
Till my deaths decay?
Not ruled by dark
Not saved by light
But floating on the edge of night.
And doomed by memory's stone walled tombs
Waiting here till time's high noon.
Wow... this is really
Wow... this is really great.... I love the symbolism and fluidity.... A struggle well worth it ^_^
Thanks!
I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. Fluidity to me is the most important part and I worked a great deal to make it so in this poem. :)