Lost in a crowd of one
I ride a wave of silence
That whispers deafeningly
“stop, it’s gone”
The truth is but a lie
to a mind made up,
from confused facts
and invisible visions.
A beating heart,
stopped in time;
Aching arms that
held a myth,
Lips that kissed
a hollow wind,
A sleepless rider
on a motionless steed
Swiftly they go
pursuing a mythical Love
fleeing sure pain.

Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used without permission.


4 thoughts on “Conflicted

    • Thank you! I find that each of us have felt or experienced something that another can relate to intimately, expressing it and having it felt “true” by another is satisfaction for the writer.

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