poems

Dark Shields

Dark shields

15/12/14

Forever entitled to commitment, agreed.
A metaphor of freedom pinned in oath, I do.
The line is drawn.
Bare backed and forsaken.
Forgotten and not partaken.
A barren wasteland of absurdity as I continue smiling, laughing, loving, giving and caring.
None receiving.
Hoping to believe like Christmas eve.
It’s Halloween however.
I’m doomed.
Immortalised now and forever in a world that doesn’t know I’m present.
A gift, unwrapped, solitary, confined and forgotten.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.

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