Array ( [sid] => 185715 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bridges [time] => 2018-12-27 05:07:16 [hometext] => As seen by the writer [bodytext] => Why must we write long into the night?
What is it we need to convey?
Be it hope, be it rage;
At times were amazed;
At the words spilling out on the page.

We follow our souls
Down silent black holes.
Composing when no one is there.
Observed unaware by a room full of chairs;
While the walls tap their fingers and stare.

Art can be lonely;
A one way gift only;
Left on an altar of stone;
Touching the dreams of strangers unseen;
Who wonder how we could have known.
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Bridges
Date: Thursday, 27th December 2018 @ 05:07:16 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Why must we write long into the night?
What is it we need to convey?
Be it hope, be it rage;
At times were amazed;
At the words spilling out on the page.

We follow our souls
Down silent black holes.
Composing when no one is there.
Observed unaware by a room full of chairs;
While the walls tap their fingers and stare.

Art can be lonely;
A one way gift only;
Left on an altar of stone;
Touching the dreams of strangers unseen;
Who wonder how we could have known.


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