I am the dubious one


I am the dubious one
he who collects dead wishes
wannabes in search of time
where all is a glorious one
lurking in lime and light

I am the weary one
fettered and bound by repetition
in days of dark bleeding
through a nefarious one
with the burn of money

I am the end of years
clawing at days in desperation
the spinning a nightmare
you once named conclusion
before gates came crashing down




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-14 at 20:04

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I feel the melancholy in this poem. A reflection on life can do that to the best of us. I think the mood will pass. :-) It's a wonderful sad poem with the words and metaphors we have learned to expect from your writing.
2014-11-15