bells of perdition

bells of perdition
bells of no use at all
chime in disaccord

so wasted in air's dominion
high on singular days
flittering fluttering
on a fast summer's day

time is a sly demon
full of promises




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-06-18 at 18:55

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This one hit hard for my own personal reasons. If I can hold back my tears from blocking my view I will tell you what a very insightful poem this is. It stings the reader like an arrow straight to the heart.
2014-06-18