Thursday, June 19, 2025

The Quenching

You took your steps and from my core

You drew the metal from the ore; 

With smelting fire I lost composure,

Peace unfound, a ceaseless displeasure. 


Pain seared like steel tempered in heat,

But the quenching has yet to ease;

Amidst the breeze in the cloudy peaks,

Iron's reborn though embers sleep.


P. S. I really wanted to put a specific photo here that inspired this poem but I haven't gotten the permission from the owner so... I think this will do. Haha 

2 comments:

  1. In the haze of empty streets, I roam
    A million lives, yet I'm alone
    Crushed by the weight of empty fame
    Drifting away, without a name

    Motorways and city lights ablaze
    A lonely soul, in endless daze
    The emptiness that surrounds me tight
    A letdown, in this sleepless night

    My voice is a bird in a cage of glass
    Silent wings, unable to pass
    A scream that's muffled, a whisper unseen
    A cry that echoes, in a dreamless screen.

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  2. As the title of this blog goes, all's well that ends well. I'm with you through the bad times until it gets better. Hugs!

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