Moving on
Farewell that heart with many shadesof woven mystery
No more to me you're cruel charade
of loves duplicity
For I have moved to higher plains
in search of inner peace
And wish to rid the liars fame
in hope to turmoil cease.
Bereft that cloak of ill deceit
now beggar's bowl in hand
My wish to my good self to greet
My demons to withstand
What good those wealth of memories
now bittersweet indeed
As eyes that stare reproachfully
now make my soul to bleed.
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-02-03 at 13:35
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