We all burn away
Poem for the end of days
What will we roam
once this is all gone?
(Near gone as it is
now.)
What is our home?
And who will we tell,
at the end of all life,
as the road runs like glue,
that our love was a bell?
Deep cast, with a low,
loud hum,
to pass the ash fog,
and grey lung,
to warm us like the sun;
Made to last long,
past a mute year of cold
snow and dull pain
with its slow, fast song.
We will roam some not seen line
hand in hand, my soul, and,
led by the song of our love,
find our end in time.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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This poem is hauntingly beautiful and full of deep emotion! 💔🌑 Your words create a powerful journey of love, loss, and time. ✨🖤
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Congratulations on the top story!🎉🎉🎉
Hi Conor - I'm so glad I've discovered your unique and creative way of storytelling. But, this one caught my eye among your so many eclectic topics. Conor, I'm just a retired legal writer morphed into a 'Goof-Writer' nothing more. I don't do contests/rewards but I enjoy reading 'Shorts' from all over the world on this marvelous platform. I see you haven't posted much of late. *I've subscribed to you with pleasure hoping to see more of your work. Jay, Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
Nice words and a great lead in image for a deserved Top STory
This truly needs to be read out loud somewhere. Just pure art in your words! Congratulations on well deserved top story. 👏 ♥️👏
Looking at the title and photo I so thought this was going to be like a Robert Frost vibe. But I was pleasantly walked down a much different path for what is to come. Congratulations on Top Story!
This was simply beautiful. Congrats on your top story. It was well deserved
ce writing dear! I would be grateful if u check my story
Lovely poem. Very thought provoking.
Congrats!!
Yay! Congrats on the TS.
Congratulations on your Top Story💯🎉
Gorgeous!
Very Romantic and very sweet, even as it talks about destruction. So good!
Another flipping corker Conny Dee! Excellent! Whoot x
Gosh this was so deep and beautifully written! I loved it!
Excellent!
Well done!
« We will roam some not seen line ».
This is beautiful. Well done.
This wonderfully written. Flows so well, I read it twice.