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Monday 16 May 2022

Proserpine

Proserpine
Your words I find
In the midnight mind
Searching for a peace of kind
A solitary recitation
Escape to meditation
Walking on sands of sedimentation
From the galleries of sensation
Tortured heart
Broken soul
Bare, on the gallery wall
Pain standing ten feet tall
Your sleep
Is my sleep
Your weeping
Is what I keep
Silently, slowly you slip away
Fade, fade, fade away
The flowers lose their colour
The trees lose their leaves
Silently, slowly you slip away
My tortured heart
A deck of cards, broken apart
By the midnight mind
The insomnia was overtaken
Travelled it seems so so far away
And now we are awakened
Our pain has been taken
We have left behind
All that was forsaken
Lost what I thought was mine
In the garden of Proserpine