To be lost at sea in a cold and lonely dark….
Drawn down into the icy, dark deep
Engulfed within the bosom Of a cold, crushing sleep Feel the cold embrace A chilling kiss to your face
See the light from above
Fade slowly from view From the dawn of the day From the morning dew As the writhing waters welcome you To their icy womb A desolate tomb
And as the colour fades
And the night grows deep As you silently slip Into that long dark sleep
As you leave behind
A life you once knew A cold truth hits you Through and through
To fight is futile
There is no release To accept, to welcome To embrace the peace
A shuddering sigh
As the cold fills your core You surrender yourself To this cold hearted whore
And the seas roll on
In their solemn advance Any and all who care to challenge Or chance
For the cruel icy depths
Are alive with lost souls A cold crushing tomb The buoys bell now tolls. Gifted poems relating to Imagination Examples of Truth Poems
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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