Bell's in Mourning

Bell's in Mourning

A Poem by Nexus

Everything has it's time.....

An anchor weighs me to the ground
No longer am I free
No longer will my voice be heard
Across the open sea.

So much I�ve seen in my short time
Such blood and toil and tears
With fear that death may walk these decks
I sang when he came near.

But now I sit in aged despair
Retired and unkempt
The cracks and rust, they dull the voice
To which all good men wept.

I hope I�ll play my part again
That one day I�ll be free
To watch for death, and sing my song
Across the open sea.

© 2008 Nexus

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Tragically beautiful. You really let the reader paint a picture with your words.

Posted 11 Years Ago

my favorite is the first stanza.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Yes, everything does. Great work here. I feel the melancholy of this. The angst of loss as well. The loss of time. Of youth. Etc. Kudos.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on February 21, 2008



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