A few lines written not above Tintern Abbey

Let us fall asleep,
Amidst the noise of dreariness,
Dead dull is the room,
Filled with misguided souls…
Lost in the world of words,
Pages after pages of old voices,
Speaking from the great beyond,
These souls are hearing,
But none are listening…
A lost guide,
Wandering somewhat aimlessly,
Armed with knowledge and thoughts,
Yet going around in circles…
Lost in a maze,
A labyrinth of ancient tales,
One soul holds back,
Falls asleep at the gates…


Written on: Tuesday July 31, 2007

Note: The title of this poem is a play on ‘Lines Written (or Composed) a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey’ by William Wordsworth.

(Picture shows the interior of Tintern Abbey; credit MartinBiely via Wikipedia)

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