A Poem by David Lewis Paget

How on earth did I arrive here
In this dark and dismal place,
When it all began with love, but
Of that love there’s not a trace,
When you first began to spell me
I was helpless in your clutch,
Like an oak, you tried to fell me,
One who didn’t matter much.

You would praise me up and raise me
When it suited you to play
With my juvenile emotions
You could have had me any day,
Though you never looked much further
Than the day that you would tire
Of your plaything, or the way things 
Would consume me in your fire.

I was not more than a bangle or
A bracelet for your wrist,
You would get me so entangled that
I never could resist,
Then you tossed me in your tempests
Left me battling your storms,
Till you had me question love and
What it was, in all its forms.

Then you plunged me into darkness
Black as pitch, without a light,
And I wondered at this starkness
When you failed to say goodnight,
I have stumbled on your pathway
In my folly, now it seems,
But have missed the open gateway 
In my search for love and dreams.

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget

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Sounds like the story of my life. Excellent DLP.

Posted 3 Years Ago

I liked the journey and the honest ending in the poetry. The back-side look at life. Make us wish we were wiser and kinder. I liked the ending to the amazing poetry.

Posted 3 Years Ago

David, I love this one. It seems like a part of myself when I was much younger. Into my favorites it goes. Valentine

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on March 14, 2017
Last Updated on March 14, 2017
Tags: dismal, emotions, bangle, wrist


David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia