Poetic Musings

The Brink

Deep exhaustion
Of feeling alone

As represent
Gilded throne:

Where is knight –
Beloved King?

Empty halls echo
Now silent things.

The mice – they scurry,
Crows call from lofts:

Memories caress as
Abandoned thoughts

Where souls of worth
Once stood for truth,

And eternity’s youth
Embraced the earth.

(November 1, 2020)

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