Dumah’s wings have folded over;
Black and white fade into grey.
We struggle with indifference;
We work to find the words to say.
 
Weeds grow in grounds left long unkempt;
Roses choke and die under the weight
Thorns sticking still to skin and blood,
And yet the ground itself is what we hate.
 
White walls stretch into infinite days;
Tomorrows coming oh so slow.
But here we are, already old;
In the end, what do we know?

(2014)

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Silverfish
over 6 years

Thank you very much Gia! If I inspire even a single person, I suppose that makes my hobby worth the effort :)
Keep up the good work yourself :D

gia frisco
over 6 years

It does thank you. great job, amazing all of your poems. very inspiring.

Silverfish
over 6 years

Well Gia, with all my poems I prefer the interpretation be left to the individual, but my own take would be the effects and feelings of being overcome with depression. Dumah is an angel of silence, relating to the inability to find the words you feel need saying or saying nothing at all, weeds in unkempt grounds relate to problems that seem to pile as you sit by and do nothing to tend to them, or past issues you can't seem to escape from, and the white walls stanza is about isolation and losing sense of time.Hope that helps a bit! :)

gia frisco
over 6 years

me*

gia frisco
over 6 years

i really like this, can you tell what it is about?

Silverfish
almost 7 years

Thank ya Cory!

Cory Garcia
almost 7 years

Beautiful poem!

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