Picture courtesy of http://www.corbisimages.com This cold October day she sits
gazing out of the window
Cold outside and
cold within
She asks herself will
it ever end
This endless cycle
of shivers
Thoughts tumble through
her mind
Rolling like an infernal
drumbeat
Lost is she in this rain
and hail
The drops roll down like tears
of desperation
Where does one go
from here
Is there a way to
be free
From this eternal
torment
In her soul’s lost
dream?
Ways to escape come
and go
Snatched from her
grasp like
A lost waking
dream of
Never-ending hope
long lost
To believe in hope
and the faith
It so much requires
is a hard
And sometimes fruitless
exercise
But one has to believe
or the point is lost…
*First published October 11 2014 and re-edited 17th October 2014
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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