good grief
All is grief and darkness, but with glimmers of hope, like a patch of blue passing in the muddy sky. O England my heart surely belongs here. You are the reflection of my soul. I have lost everything and you have washed it all away. You have made sure of that. I have forgotten how to cry, so England cries for me. At night I lay awake, I feel my heart imploding, disintegrating. Like a rock sitting meekly in a violent and merciless stream. What violent, cruel and perfect beauty belongs here. Its wisdom I can not question. So let it break me and do with me what it wills, for I can no longer resist it. I am already that dust to which I shall return.
@eddieflynn
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So hauntingly beautiful.
Whimsical.
Longing.
Quiet.
Reflective.
Each word holds a sense of belonging.
I enjoyed reading it 🩷🤗
@Amanda84
Thanks so much :)
@eddieflynn
Beautiful poem. I felt the poem. You know it's a good poem when you can feel the words. Excellent job!
@hopefulSunshine1731
Ye it came from the heart for sure .. thanks for your feedback, much appreciated :)