As the pen parades
across an empty page,
leaving lingering lines
that will last for an age,
we pause and wonder
with innocent guise, just what is going on behind calculating eyes.
As the nib scars the surface
of the delicate leaf and ink leaves a legacy of time, oh-so brief,
beneath heavy lids
lie eyes that deceive, leaving scars on the flesh and a heart that must grieve. Deception Poems you will love Gifted poems relating to Depression Good poems on Life*
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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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