Dead Anger Haunts

Resurrected 

Then there they where       

Twisted emotions,stretched

Thoughts,push through veins 

nerves frayed,edges blunt

as we fumble for words;into 

silent moments.

We speak as strangers

though veins throb

as tension hangs

Breaths held; as we

wade into hopelessness 

Dead anger haunts 

our absent faces

Empty eyes that look away

◄ Lamp

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Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 7th Jan 2018 21:19

Thank you for your comments Martin,much appreciated.


All the best des

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Martin Elder

Sun 7th Jan 2018 16:51

There are some great lines here Desmond. You have really caught a sense of tension with this one.
love ' dead anger haunts our absent faces'
nice one

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 7th Jan 2018 15:37

Thank you Rose,I’m glad you LIKED!my poem,thanks you very much indeed.


All the best Des

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Rose Casserley

Sun 7th Jan 2018 10:23

and I do mean LIKE Desmond!





Rose 💋

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