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DISTORTIONS OF THE MIND
Closed gates and decomposing
Walls
Sentinel of the graves
Who count us all
Empty doorways and dried
Roses
Casement ledges where only
The moss had grown.
In the circuit calm
Of one's vast coils
The portent wounds in
Corridors of shells
And I sit silent as the
Sleeve-worn out
Stones.
Leaving as the moon
Releases
Leaves by leaves
The night entangled
Trees
Distorting all my angles
And my reasoning
Too.
Ladydp2000
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Dorian; This piece is very beautiful... Knowing now of your artistic talent with the colors on canvas, tell me is there a picture or portrait behind these words ?? This poem is so thought provoking... I see somthing different each time I read it. Peace and love to you my friend ~~~~ Dougie ~~
Dorian, A deep sad depressing piece of poetry. :-) not your style. A good poem but sad. Floreann :-(