Lincoln Shadows

by Maple Tree   Apr 14, 2012


It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained
with the ink of a careless writer
and a heart of over flowing sadness.

The days I fear grow shorter
as my sunshine fades away
storm clouds call for a fever
to burn those shadows to ashes.

How can a soul survive such madness
as the echos devour my need to hear-
just to hear you say "its ok to let it go"
and close that gate, of our dark Lincoln home.

I choose to run the streets of new
and frolic within a greener pasture
but these hands won't let me escape
a riddled past and those tears upon

the window pain....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    Excellent poem, wording was great , but the whole thing was sad , from start to finish, great job. ...........TDR

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Andrea this poem is filled with such sadness, truly heartbreaking. Each stanza draws me in and my heart goes heavy with your words.

    I am sorry that you are in this pain and that you are going through this. I hope everything is alright.

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    Andrea, I am took back by your opening stanza as it is just excellent. It really hooked me in and touched me. As for the rest of the poem it was smashing. It is a great write. Very deep and well worded.

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Autuumnbree

    Excellent write, I like your choice of words. I appeciate words like pasture, sunshine, and many more that relates to everyday things yet describes pain. Excellent

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Sista, stay strong. Blessed Be!

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