Decadence
poem by:
Michael Wise
Written
on Jan 21, 2019
Through the blinds the sunlight breaks reflecting off of plaster flakes The music from the other room restores me back into the womb So safe within my mother's walls before I knew these empty halls Pieces of an afternoon are mingled with some ghostly tune Melodic bittersweet refrain echoing throughout my brain I keep returning to the page of flashes from a long gone age That's scattered with so many toys and filled with phantom girls and boys The playgrounds rusting in my mind though full of weeds will stand enshrined To mark the grave of innocence that led me to this decadence
Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Metaphor, Depressing, Dark,
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Christopher Russon commented on Jan 22, 2019 at 4:59pm
Excellent Michael love it.
Michael Wise
commented on Jan 22, 2019 at 8:01pm
Thank u Chris! Feeling a bit dark lately. :)
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 08, 2019 at 1:01pm
You capture the mood in this poem, and I "feel" it......"playgrounds rusting in my mind".....love it!....
Michael Wise
commented on Feb 10, 2019 at 3:42pm
Thank u Frank. Been going through some darkness lately, and my poetry shows it. :)
