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Follow my blog with Bloglovin Amber Rivers of Past Regret Amber Rivers of past regret; Something I can not just forget The pain, too deep of a feeling inside Somewhere along these trails, I ride. It's deep a wound I cannot forget; Amber Rivers, with this deep regret. I'm not sure how to tolerate this pain; As I walk this lonely road in my brain. Deep it was that was taken from me; I shall sail out unto the sea. A drowning of myself, I feel; For what I did, I can not repeal. I close to this in my writing words; What I had done was so absurd. I should've been more assertive to her; To me now, it's as if, it were a blur.  Sadly, it is not the case I've seen; I need to accept it and move on indeed. But, my pain is too damn severe; Amber Rivers, I had disappeared.  2021 ©  William Darnell Sr All Rights Reserved. Year Posted 2021 Source - PoetrySoup (The moral rights of the author asserted) Brought to you by: Blogger, Bloglovin, and Blogspot. (a Google affiliation)

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Darkness, My Ole' Friend Hello Darkness, my ole' friend: I've come to talk with you again. My loneliness comes to set in, Why am I here, chatting with sin. What the hell did I do:  To earn such my life, I try living true; I only seek to live peacefully; So, I need to figure this out, indeed. Why do I keep coming back, defined? My darkness: takes me places; That I'm unwilling to unhide. The multiple times I catch myself: Openly conversating with me, I'd shelf. Darkness: Telling me; I'm crazy; Should I be! What the hell is happening;  From deeper within me?  Into the depths:  Of my soul, I must go.  Should it be a story foretold? My soul has never been;  So, deep deeply tolled, within. I never asked to be born here; Into a world being born into this sin. Who wants to be in a place;  Where corruption, lust;  Greed has no Grace. Sex can be bought: on every corner;  Along with diseases, it carries; scorned. You are al...

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Stallion  Mighty was his look,  Rendering tall, as he provokes.  The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming, which we sought.  A stallion as he stands,  The silhouette is what we have seen.  It was that of a wild horse waiting for his taming to prevail! The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,  Wanting to be the tamed horse,  Captured;  He is safe.   A depth that it can take,  When there's something to be profound in, it's deep!  Alas, we come to an end;  There comes a disruption in this snare.  It's what he felt from the enclosed corral  Though he hurls out from the gate,  Did he  escape?  The stallion gave flare from his stance,  Which the tamed horse,  A leading role of the animal,  He did ride!? | Copyright ©  William Darnell Sr  |  | Year Posted 2021 | Source  -  PoetrySoup™

The Poet Looking word, to form. Blurting sounds, And syllables. The writing, language. Of characters, in motion. Flowing together, in sentence. Add to it,  The Poet!  | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr  | | Year Posted 2018, 2020 |                         Source - PoetrySoup