Vienna's Dust

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about lost-love, not being able to be together and the power that person will always hold on you. The only comfort, to the poet's narrative voice, is death.



Should I swap lines 12 and 14 around? That's how I wrote it originally but it seemed better this way when I typed it up. The title is really bad - any suggestions?



Thanks for reading :)

Submitted: August 26, 2012

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Silence falls before me:

Vienna's spiralling dreams

The lure of a love

So true it evades my - 

 

Grasp on sanity, pure.

I'm begging. Kneeling, standing

Beside a shadow in shade

Fleeing from ghosts of - 

 

Vienna! I'd write a sonnet

For your smile, even charm.

Silence marks your grip

I cannot write a sonnet

 

My only comfort is this :

Years will fade before me

The grey dirt cannot cease

Soon our love will be - Dust.


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