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The Last Walk
Contributed by
Richard1506
on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 01:20:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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It’s a lonely road that I must travel;
But a short way from the peace.
The endings of my life unravel:
And the noises round me cease.
Beneath my feet, the sand and gravel
Bear the marks of no-one’s tread.
Far beyond their clamorous cavil,
Alone I face the fear and dread,
Across the clearing, stands the shamble
Of a house, once proud and tall.
Roofless, doorless, o’ergrown with bramble,
Yet my heart still hears its call.
I push my way inside this place
And lay down on its floor.
The rain falls gently on my upturned face,
But now – I can feel it no more
Copyright ©
Richard1506
... [
2009-06-23 13:20:21] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Last Walk
(User Rating: 1 ) by lesoleilnoire on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 07:06:48 PM AEST (User
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Very well-written but sad. You made me see and feel the entire poem with your wonderful writing style. I feel the pain in the poem as well. I hope you are well and hope to read more of your works. I hope death was a metaphor here. Again great poem. |
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