Brooke

Brooke

And slowly eyes are opened seeing stars
The beast awakens to a horrid smell
Still thundering in his head is a bell
A receiver hit with forces strong as cars

To receive your love, I wished on all the stars
You gave your love and then I fell
But you took it back, life turned to hell
And ne'er shall another heal these scars

Yet life still flows, like a brooke in the wood
Forever restless, looking for an end
A pebble dropped into the brooke just sinks

Now I watch you leave; pleads do no good
You've now discarded me, like and old trend
My eyes now opened; life rippled with kinks


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I had posted this earlier in a completely unrelated thread, so I thought I'd plop it here for all.
As I stated there, this is a rather old work of mine from my John Keats stage/period/whatever.

Awww, emotional and sad. Great poem!!!!