The Clock

Tick tock,
The clock gently spoke,
To the empty walls of oak,
In the house rested by the coast of rock.

Tick tock,
The clock made its croak,
Echoing across the old house to invoke,
Of old stories seen through countless midnight stroke.

Tick tock,
The clock then broke,
into its sad lullaby of yoke,
of the loneliness time had stoke.

Tick....
and the clock no longer tock,
under the tides of aching time that flogs,
Returning to the silence it rightfully had docked.

Only the sounds of breeze by the coast remain,
And memories of an old man's life that was once retained,
His heart finally stopped like an old clock that lost its vane.

Cry

Trapped in my thoughts alone,
Where my soul struggle in agone,
Blaring the silent mind with insufferable cries,
Where I pleaded "Free me from these lies!"
As I struggled hopelessly as I slowly die.

Yet the world remains silent,
While my world drowned in violence.
Thus I continue living in a lie,
A life filled with smiles that are not mine,
Until the end of time where I eventually subside.

Persona

Thy personas,

A veil to hide your true self,

A false facade born from pretense,

yet tis a mask crafted from thine within.

Hence the mask tis an extension of thy,

Born by thy intentions to reign one's life,

In order to achieve a desire while shielded safely,

from the truth of this cruel, yet beautiful world's eyes.

Shores of yesterdays

Memories of yesteryears,
Distant and far yet still dear.
But like sands by the gentle sea,
The footsteps lay by the shore seen,
Shall in time remain merely a forgotten dream.

Emptiness

Within the hollow nest I rest,
enclasped by the shadows and night,
comforted within the midnight hymn's breast,
while gazing the sweet dreams fated to the cruel knife.

Winter Comes

Quietly yet knowingly,

The footsteps of winter approach,

Entering my world with colors of white.

It paints my life with sense of serenity,

With blue splashes of nostalgia,

All within a white lonely background.

Diamond Poems #1

Dreams,

Hopes, desires.

Daydreaming, Remembering, Believing.

But those were the innocence of yesteryears.

Lamenting, anguishing, despairing.

Remorse, regrets.

Delusions.

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Death.

Empty Void

Ending, Silencing, Escaping,

From Unbearable Despair.

Freedom.