So dark the road
I must tread,
never looking back
for fear of the dead.
Lost and alone
all it took was something said,
now she lays broken
upon a scarlet bed.
My soul is poisoned
this guilt I can not shed,
I stole her life
and so to the hanging tree
I am lead.
Incarcerated shadows 
Many Thanks.
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this is so deep!!
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You’re very kind Michele.
Thank you.
It’s good to be back.
I tried some different poetry forums,
but didn’t like any of them.
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Love this! So glad you’re back!
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deep and dark .. sorry that I have missed reading you before
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Thank you so much.
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my pleasure 🙂
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Thank you. 😎
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I like that ☺
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So good to have you back! As cleverly dark as ever 😎
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Thank you so much Nathalie. 😎
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😮….deep
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Thank you.
Appreciated. 😎
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Did it happen in Greece or Cyprus. Why “Plato Republic” – What made it into this name. Is there a reason for this title, I have never read that book, I know there is one about what you are trying to define. I hope I will get a response to what you wrote about. Thank you for posting and it was very interesting! Thank you for stopping at my blog and LIKING of one my post! Have a nice Sunday
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Hi.
Not quite sure what you mean by
“Did it happen in Greece or Cyprus”
Or your reference to Plato’s Republic.
Oglach asked in his comment on this poem
if I took the title of my new site from Plato’s Republic?
I replied that I didn’t.
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I missed reading you and glad you’re back again. This one shows how vulnerable one can be, just teetering off the edge and then – boom.
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Many Thanks.
It’s good to be back.
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I’ve wondered what triggers one to snap and take a life. Your excellent poem, although dark and unrelenting, doesn’t cast blame at anyone but the murderer. He owns his guilt and accepts his fate. Foreboding but with a surprising sense of hope. Perhaps there’s salvation for his soul, yet.
Bravo, darling Alan. I’m thrilled to be basking in your dark again. 🖤❤️
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Thank you so much Rose.
You say the nicest things, and you say
them so eloquently. 💀
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Thank you Iris.
I appreciate your wonderful comment.
All is good and sunny here in Surrey.
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Such poignant writing, Alan. Hope all is well with you.
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I’m glad to be getting the chance to read your earlier poems, which were posted before I started following your blog. This one is so good: so dark, and yet so accessible at the same time. You make us feel the guilt and despair….
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Thank you so much Ann.
Your kind words are much appreciated.
Something said is actually a new poem,
but The enemy on X street, my first post on
my new site is an earlier work.
I’m so pleased that you like my new and old stuff. 😃
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This is great, HL.
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Many Thanks dear Rita.
HL.
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You certainly have a gift for the truly frightening image . . . . kinda glad there’s a big ol’ pond
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LOL
But is it big enough? 💀
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Holy Hanging Post – perhaps not
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Guilt is like an albatross around the neck…a weight that is sometimes too great to bear.
Sad and evocative and dark. Great poem, Alan.
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You’re very kind Cathy.
Thank you.
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You’re most welcome. 🙂
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Emotions laid bare like the discarded life. Good post.
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Thank you very much.
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Well done as always, Alan. I hope you have many more in store for us. Your site looks fantastic and I like the name. Is it a reference to the cave in Plato’s Republic?
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Thank you so much Oglach.
Yes, I have more new writing in store.
I have decided though, since it’s a brand new site,
I will also post some of my earlier work for bloggers
that haven’t read anything of mine before.
My first post was an earlier piece.
Do you think that’s acceptable?
I’m not familiar with the reference you made to
Pluto’s Republic. Excuse my ignorance. 😟
Please enlighten me. ☺️
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I think it’s entirely acceptable for you to publish your earlier works. It’s your site, after all and you don’t want anyone to miss anything.
In Plato’s Republic, there is a story of prisoners in a cave who see shadows cast onto a wall by the flames of a fire. They mistake the shadows for the real world, which in reality is taking place outside the cave. In other words, they are basing their beliefs on illusions. Sound familiar? 🙂 In any case, it’s a great name for your site. I’m glad you’re back.
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Thank you for that Oglach.
And it’s good to be back amongst friends.
I tried two or three different poetry forums,
but found them all to be quite cold and unfriendly.
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Well, there are poets out there that “know” about life from books, and then there are those that know about life from life. You Sir, are one of the latter. 🙂
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Thank you so much my friend.
That is the most wonderful comment
I have ever received. Bar none. ☺️
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