Unhappy I am with crimson thoughts
The nightmare pulls my mind askew
A sanguinary battle rages now
As pain once more builds up anew
Once more guilt rattles this my cage
This guesthouse of furry creatures wild
I yearn for those moments now long past
When peace reigned like a sleeping child
There was a time when life was flowers
Blooming sweet scented days so few
Firm the rudder in our ship of state
Steady your arm, sweet kiss, loving you
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Sweet days are like golden treasure...at least they remain in our memories and may even dampen down nightmares from time to time
ReplyDeleteHow lovely with all the designated rhyming. And innocent-like elements playing music!
ReplyDeleteHank
Perhaps those memories of sweeter times keep us going when things are more difficult?
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful!!!
ReplyDeleteLosing loved ones is never easy. Often it is the good memories that help us move forward.
ReplyDeleteAs for Mr. Data - After years of service, and not needing all that much from humans it was all the humans could do to allow him to explore space in his retirement... Well at least at the end of one of the Star-trek movies or series end... Data did have his own apartment on Earth. Maybe, I'm thinking he wanted to be back in space. :) And what a better companion than that of 'Spot' his cat?
Sweetly romantic, with the bonus of good rhyming.
ReplyDeleteI'm grateful for a rhyming poem that actually "works"! (There are so few of them these days.) Thank you!
ReplyDelete"The nightmare pulls my mind askew"--this line is such an apt description of what a nightmare can do...I appreciate the accuracy depicted here.
ReplyDeleteNicely done .. and great use of the form!
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