Goodbye?
Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.
Your words beat down on me.
Guiding me.
From the ashes of your empire.
A kingdom.
Not all that remains is your name.
But when words are forced to mean,
Then I am afraid I must mean them.
The castle stands strong.
Yet the remedy is decision,
And I am making mine now.
Before the drawbridge closes.
Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.
2 comments:
Hmm..
It reminds me of some Mid-evil 16th century setting with arthur and the knights of the round table..
That time in history (according to me) was the most inspirational and moving.. wish I lived back then!
No actually scrap that,
I love technology too much :P
Once again, superb poetry, you've really grown as a writer and a poet.
Blog on!
heyyy nish....ur blog rox man!!! ur poemz r jes totally awesome...keep up da great work!!
cyaa
--anusha--
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