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time tictocking wilted flowers, grey-sky showers, waste away the brooding hours opaque dreams, silent screams, sleepless nights split time's seams friendless days, forgotten ways, lonesome memories all that stays immobile motions, somnolent notions, set adrift on life's oceans heart frozen, love unchosen, emotions build, no explosion inert reasons, mental lesions, lost inside year-long seasons epic enigma, life's insignia, live alone marks with stigma fate's knocking, destiny's rocking, eternity waits, time tictocking © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long

crestfallen upheaval And the doleful lament slowly fills silence, breaking it into small portions of grief. And the sorrowful souls that gather in gloom repine over their unworthy souls. And their wretched, woebegone lives stretch tautly in night. And the mournful melancholies pray a despondent dirge. And the dolorous, sentient beings yearn in woeful innocence for the distant dawn. And a clarion trumpet blast deafens their darkness, and brilliant, solar spectra blind their morose existence, and the potent sunlight shatters their chasm of doom, and ultra-violet hues claim the inherited humans, in glorious light. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long

pains pain intrudes like unwanted guest keeps you from your very best pain explodes like liquid fire, searing heat with bubbling ire pain protrudes like metallic splinters, throbbing hands, swollen fingers pain erupts like lava's flames, burning through bulging brain pain pulses like a phantom limb numbing as the lights go dim pain lingers like a spectral ghost draining power from the host pain aches like a clock that ticks dulling, constant, chronic clicks pain remains like a shadow dark, clinging, gnawing at its mark © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long Image:  iProzac via Flickr Creative Commons

and I shall and i shall watch as the funeral procession moves slowly and surely to the final resting place of one who has shed his mortal frame and i shall see the faces of mourners who lament the death of one who has passed from this time and i shall count the tears of those who weep for the life now gone from this celestial orb and i shall gaze as men take turns placing earth on the hollow remains of one who has vacated his place among men and i shall ponder the mortality of my existence and i shall yearn for a return to my mother's womb so that i shall live again © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  LMAP via Flickr Creative Commons

soulful sadness Silently, he wept.  The sullen  stillness  weighed  on his heart,  like water-filled  balloons,  too heavy  to hold  and dropped.  And broke.  Like the water  escaping  from the balloons,  so, too, does  his heavy  heart spill  water-filled tears.  The remaining drops, drip, one-by-one, counting out, the beats of  his broken heart. The scratched record played a slow,  blues rhythm. The woeful dirge  drum beat deep,  intoning the mournful,  will-less,  silence of fears.  The thump  of the heart,  in time,  with the  quiet shadows,  showed his  soulful sadness. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Bygone (http://www.flickr.com/photos/bygone/5574430802/) CC-BY-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed...