'And I live' - A Poem by Stewart Storrar

I look out from the tombstones of the past,
Holding scorn,
Seeing all but a crown of thorns,
And noose of crimson petals.

I hear the cry of forgotten lovers,
Echoing through the moors of time,
Clouded by the mists of ego,
Weathered by the winds of change.

From time to time,

I feel the twinkle of a thousand stars,
Shining out as beacons of hope,
Showering me with their sempiternal glow,
Their glimmer is a joy in a world gone mad.

And then,
I realize,

I am but an actor on their stage,
A bead of sand on life's beach,
A ray in a cosmos of light,
Forever searching in the darkness.

Searching for that which many lose,
In the twisted vine of life's subtleties,
That I have been lucky,
To grasp by its last strand.

And so my scorn turns sweet,
The cries fade to singsong,
And the twinkles burst with lumens.

I finally begin to sense,
That which cannot be known,
And embrace it with my symphony,
Using fate as my conductor.

And I live.

More Poems:

Be sure to check out our variety of different poetry here on Lore. We have more poems from Stewart Storrar as well as other poets such as Sukanya Rajan, Christine Iacobelli, and Joseph S. Pete. These range from romantic poems, and love poems, to weird and wonderful poetry (and everything in between). 

While Lore has yet to bring back a regular content schedule (such as our successful run of Poetry Mondays), I love to get some new poetry (and fiction) as well as articles for writers out there while Lore works on bigger projects behind the scenes.

In any case, submissions will be re-opening towards the end of the year and our fantasy competition should have a winner announced also. Keep reading and writing!