There's a place where they hand out the faces but the faces they all look the same There’s a watch where the sweep hand erases every moment that you never came There’s a mirror that casts its reflections like a movie that’s shown on a screen and your friends seem to talk just like actors waiting in line for their scenes There’s a river that swallows the moonlight as it flows toward an ocean of sun where your sailors fall deaf to the sirens and ignore every song that they’ve sung and I dream I’m your captive at midnight with a mistress who cries out my name from the bedroom of love and redemption where I once tried to hide all my shame but I’m shackled to some stubborn promise that I’ll keep till you come back to me bring your knife and that miserable hangman only then will I call myself free
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Great poem Paul . I really loved it read it a few times . keep up your awesome work , peace to you and your readers
I read this and then read it again aloud. Wonderful rhythm, imagery. And sensed a strong desire to read it with an Irish accent for some reason. Huh.Thanks.