Poem – “Waking among no Sound” – Romanticism – 3/8/2021

With vanity
And emptiness.
A sorrowful tune
From a heart,
That never did start.

Holding hands
With the thorn-covered
Twigs from burned brush,
Fading among
Distant twilight,
Walking into
A bedroom of old scenery.

Without a sound, for a sigh
Was never around
To dust the grain from my eyelids,
Bleeding for the eternity of love,
Seeing the ceiling
As I ache to know.

Why is death
Held for me,
Where is the breath
For me, to believe?

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