Echo From the WaysideA Poem by Rowen CameronAn all too familiar place, which some always seem to return to. No matter how hard they fight against it.Familiar forgotten ground beneath me, I have graced this place before. Were I a sword, its bonds would sheath me, Battle songs be heard no more. How death did not claim me, I know not, For the fall was long and far. Strength was dissolved, inner valour did rot, Intangible, weak as they are. I ask myself why I tread upon high When the fall be deathly deep. No answer, but the familiar cry From this place where angels weep. The cry doth harrow yet still do I rise To scale to the heights once more, Donning strength and valour, my frail diguise, To leave this burdened shore.
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Added on February 10, 2013Last Updated on February 4, 2015 Tags: wayside, fall, left behind, pain AuthorRowen CameronLondon, United KingdomAboutRowen. 27. Actress. Gamer. Writer. Dreamer and a realist in one form. more..Writing
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