To end up alone in a world full of pain
Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black
A face; a feeling that once felt so real
That face that used to be full of zeal And a memory is all, a fading whisp Reach out to touch its frowning lips
Closing your eyes to a world now so fleet
Time moving faster that you tired aching feet The ticking tock of the clock in the hall Whispering time to the pendulums call
A sound; a voice in a distant room
Echoing close but then gone just as soon Calling a name so familiar and then Long forgotten and going again
Alone in the crowd, may as well not be here
These strangers are talking but simply can’t hear Their words coming slurred from distorted lips Hurting my ears plugged with finger tips
To end up forgotten in a world of shadows
Struggling to breathe in a river so shallow Washed away by the tides of an age The current too strong to turn back the page
To reach a blank page and with trembling fingers
Grasp the pen, watch the nib as it lingers So much to say and a future to live Why must we fade with so much still to give
A cruel twist in the hand of fate
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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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