Outcast Within
Bleeding away forced confessions
And unheard truths
With strabismus eyes
I see Clarity
Dressed in slits from
Morning’s curtain
Devoured by the bitter groans
Of darkness fed despair
I watch the serfs
Tortuous and mind washed
Stone the window
Branding Tears upon my heart
Secreted away
A moat of hope
Remains
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©Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music
Beautiful… in the solemnest way.
Thank you for the lovely comment. It has given me the opportunity to explore your world.
Best Wishes,
~angie
You have such a lovely face; I thought I saw a fabulous story hidden in your eyes! I was right!
Thank you, kzackuslheureux. I think we all have a fabulous story; we just have to find our own way of telling it. Yours is very inspiring-looking forward to reading more!
“…Of darkness fed despair…Stone the window…”
Dear Angela, one of the pleasures of reading you is, the uniqueness of your presentations such as the phrases above. Now, this is creativity, I reckon
Thank you, Eric.
I enjoy reading your comments.
You always pick up on the little things!
Beautiful words…I look forward to see more:-)
Thankyou, Anne. I am very excited you dropped in. You have an incredible blog that is full of inspiration. Looking forward to seeing more of your work.
Best Wishes
~angie
Thank you! So it’s good for both of us, don’t you just love that:-) !
Wishing you a wonderful day Angie!
Beautiful poem … I love the lines “Dressed in slits from / Morning’s curtain”.
Thank you, Pia.
Happy you stopped for a visit.
Best Wishes
~angie
Truly lovely. I enjoy reading your work!
Wonderful to hear from you! Will be by to taken in more of your blog. So talented !