The Bed I Have Made


  • Devotion

    The Bed I Have Made

    From deep within the depths of my soul
    I conjure the spirit of passion
    Trembling from the loss of control
    Angered by what I have done
    Hoping only for the light of belonging
    I suffer, desperate and alone
    With no one, and nothing
    Wanting a love of my own
    How long before I wither away
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    A mountain of things to say
    Moving on a definite must
    Yet...still I am weary and afraid
    Still in need of a loving touch
    I will ly in the bed I have made
    And dream of the I miss so much.

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    Stryx commented on The Bed I Have Made


    Your poetry I really like - but I like your mind even more. Wonderful

    Quail1957 commented on The Bed I Have Made


    We are never really alone if we look inside,the answers are waiting.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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