Forgotten short poem

How deep is the hole I fell into
That light does not shine upon my naked soul
Am I to live all eternity bound in this grave
Once I heard your voice sing but only silence
Greets my ears now
Has unbound love forsaken me
And taken light with her
If only my hands could ravish the earth
Then dark could escape
And light would find me waiting
For the promise of your words

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Terry Watts

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Just an ordinary man who loves music films and anything that catches my eye. Have published my first poetry book earlier this year. Love to read other peoples work and find inspiration through almost anything in life.
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@terry_watts, to be forgotten is to fall into the abyss of oblivion, where no light shines on your naked soul
as you feel so destitute of raiment. Your words are so poignant of meaning that they easily recall those words added to your text, making a poet of ourselves as we read your poem.



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